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The silence is so deafening.

Matilda, Angus, and Greg, just staring at each other.

"Okay, I asked you two to sit down." Greg frowns. "Don't make this anymore harder than it has to be."

He pulls out a gun and both of them recoil immediately.

Matilda abandons her bag and she moves to take a seat, Angus does the same thing.

"That's better."

Greg helps himself to a seat too and crosses his legs in a relaxing manner.

He looks around the house and puffs out air through his mouth.

"So, Angus Knighton." Greg rubs his hands together. "Turns out that you are in fact Adam Randolf, huh?"

Matilda winces sensitively. It seems like every time she hears that name, she remembers all the lies that Angus told her.

"You know, I would have figured this out a whole century ago, but you were such a loser," Greg says. "Who would have guessed that you would be the heir of Mister Solomon Randolf?"

Angus sighs and looks at the ground.

"Look, Greg, I'm sorry that you were too daft to figure that out.
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