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SITTING ON THE GOLDEN CHAIR
"Hmm, so Chad's idea is the better one now and mine is probably from the pit of hell and makes no sense?! Ares, is that what you are trying to infer?"

Ares gulps as a shiver runs down his spine, straight to his bone marrow and he instantly breaks out in a cold sweat. "N...No, My Lord, how can I say such a thing?" He sputters, wide-eyed.

"You can't?" Michael twirls and raises a scrupulous brow at him. "Then what are you doing still standing there? Didn't I tell you just now to head to Greenwood Village?"

"But, My Lord-"

"Are you still trying to assert that my idea makes no sense and we should follow Chad's?"

"Hah!" Ares grits his teeth in frustration. "Can you help me out here, Mr. Kennedy?" He sways his gaze to Chad and asks, hoping the old man will come to his aid, but to his dismay, Chad sighs heavily and looks the other way!

"Ah!" He pats his forehead, utterly flabbergasted. All this time, he had only been trying to stand by the old man, but now that things have come to a crucial po
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