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“Father!”

“Father…” Jay yelled as he pushed the door before him with all he got.

The sound of the door hitting the wall behind it boomed throughout the passage as Jay barged into his father's office.

“Huh?” Jay's father looked up, his forehead creasing.

His narrowed eyes sent chills down Jaya spine. However, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the sea of hot saliva in his mouth.

His back was drenched in sweat, and his chest rose and fell as though he just saw a ghost.

“Is something on my face?” Jay's Father, President Julius II muttered in a husky and crispy voice.

“N-no.” Jay involuntarily took a step back.

“The… Harl, group.''

“I just got the news now that they've been destroyed.” Jay gritted his teeth and got all he had in mind in one breath.

“And? You thought I wouldn't have heard about that before you did?“ President Julius frowned, his forehead creasing with folded skin.

“I-” Jay found himself driven to a corner, his mind blanking off as he wondered what he should say.

“I thoug
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