REPLACEMENT.
AT THE SILVERIO'S MANSION.

“That’s crazy; you startled me!” Fidelin hurked. “Just give me the money!” Fredrick demanded.

“How did you get here?” “We were supposed to meet at our guest house, wasn’t that the plan?”

“Enough Fidelin, hand over the money to me!”

Fudelin gave Fredrick the briefcase. “Hold tight; this is going to hurt, but it will leave you guys out of whatever investigation the police have with you.”

“I don’t understand!” Fidelin uttered, coldly. Fredrick smacked him unexpectedly with the gun in his hand, and he fell unconscious.

Fredrick ran out of the car and into another that was waiting for him. Don Silverrio was watching from his room through the window. He didn’t see what happened inside the car, but he knew his son dropped by at their house. He slowly went back down the stairs to see for himself.

He saw Fidelin lying unconsciously inside the car with his head on the steering wheel. “I warned you to choose wisely,” Don Silverrio sighed. He couldn’t shout, so he
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