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“Pete!”

Arthur was just getting out when his car stopped in front of the house. His steps resolutely walked quickly in search of someone who had served Fischer from a young.

Hearing Arthur’s angry call, Tom came out of his room. He glared at Arthur, who entered with his hands clasped around his waist.

“Can’t you call him quietly? He’s even older than dad, Arthur. You should respect him as much as you respect Dad. At least, don’t shout at him.”

“I don’t have time to beat around the bush with you! Where’s Pete? He must know something. That’s why he kept quiet while I was choosing which property to get! Bloody hell! Pete!”

Tom approached with his long strides. He pulled Arthur’s hand away from going to the servants’ quarters behind the main kitchen. “I told him to go, Arthur. What the hel

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