LAST HELP

AT THE GLASS HOUSE.

"He really tried to make me bow to Brandon again!" Fredrick frowned deeply in thought as he grilled the meat they were going to eat.

"Look at him, using me like a slave when I have the words that could send him to the floor where he belongs," he groaned, galling at Andallio vilely. He was chewing on the grilled meat alongside the bit** frolicking with him on the seat.

"You just wait until I get what I want—I’ll put you where you belong!" he breathed. " Hey—you’re burning it already! Is your mind here?" Lamar slapped his hands and took over.

" Ain't you weak and beaten? I don’t care, bro, just get out." Fredrick pushed him. Lamar lost his balance as his wounds still hadn't healed, and he fell to the ground.

" What the hechk? Can’t you guys see I am having fun? Get out of here!" Andallio yelled at them. He ordered his chef to take over from Fredrick. " You’re so useless, what about the elder? How many more times do you need, huh?" Andallio asked him b
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