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By the time Angus is done, the money is now standing like a mountain in front of Mister Moore and his sons.

Their jaws are slacked, and they can't recover from this shock.

Never in a thousand years did they imagine that he would come up with the money. A hundred million dollars for that matter.

Mister Moore picks up a wad of cash and adjusts the glasses that are sitting on the bridge of his nose.

"Which bank gave you the loan?" He looks at Angus.

"Does that matter?" Angus brushes against his nose. "You asked for the money and I gave it to you. What more do you want?"

"If you still want our blessings, you will have to speak to my father with some respect!" Zach reminds him with a long hiss.

His father raises his hand, asking Zach to sheath his sword.

"I know your agitation, my boy, Angus, but I have to be sure that you have done this the right way." He says. "So, I ask again. Which bank?"

Angus puts his hands into his pocket.

"Malcom Bank."

"That's impossible." Bryon snorts.

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