My Wrath Knows No Termination
Jamole sat to a table of whisky sour and read wine while he dialed Anderson’s phone line. His vengeance was getting thicker and thicker and he couldn’t wait to execute all of it on his enemies.

“Gradually, all my enemies will diminish as dust and disappear as shadow. I will have no rest until I see them exist under feet. I am Jamole Cadry. My wrath knows no termination,” he groaned within himself

“Yes, boss good morning,” Anderson greeted once he came on.

From the other side Jamole intoned, “How are you doing, Anderson? I hope everything is going as planned. Do you need more luxuries? Mention it, and I will send it across. I have more than enough for this vengeance. And for your information I have got a separate bank account for this vengeance.”

Anderson snorted and shook his head in pity, “Oh I am glad to hear that, boss ,” he sounded, “ but on the contrary I have a vital news for you.”

Jamole shrugged, his eyes narrowed in anxiety, “Go ahead and say it as much as it borders on my ene
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