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"What do you mean?" Boris frowned, his brows knitting together as he looked both offended and confused.

August smiled nonchalantly and shook his head mockingly. "Despite how bad you’ve treated me, I’d be generous and tell you to escape through the backdoor before the next two minutes," he said, his smile fading.

"Or else what?" Boris growled, his eyes narrowing with rage.

"You have one minute left," August replied ignorantly, his chuckle sly.

James, flushed red with fury, stormed up to August and slapped him hard across the face. "You piece of shit! Will it kill you to stop bluffing?" he spat, seething. Gesturing to one of his men, he added, "Go get the sedatives and psyche-twisters. Since he can't keep quiet, we’ll make sure he does."

Boris scoffed. "Such a shame, August, you’ll not be awake to hear our pleasure moans. By the time you wake up, we'll be long gone, and you'll be surrounded by the police. Maybe you should've kept your mouth shut." With a mocking laugh, he gripped the ri
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