Who said she is alone?

"Sir Sanchez,how was the mee.."

Sanchez slammed the tea cup in his hand on the table, aggressively, bringing his assistant's question to an abrupt stop.

"It's too early in the morning. Don't jinx my day by making me recollect last night's memories."he breathed out, heavily.

"That a*shole is still as annoying as ever. How i badly want to rub his face in the mud."he uttered with loathe.

He took a slice of bread and pushed it inside his mouth.

"That darn woman. Could she have heard anything?"he wondered, his head askew.

His assistant bats his eyelashes.

He said he doesn't wanna talk about it but here he is,talking about it to himself.

Well,no doubt, priest Malcolm has always been Sanchez's greatest fear.

Malcolm also take orders from Sanchez's godfather.

However,the superiority difference is there, glaring like a full touch light.

"I have to get rid of him. Only then can I think I am powerful."Sanchez's eyes darkened.

"What about what I asked you to look into?"he turned aroun

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