WEAK

AT DON SILVERRIO’S APARTMENT.

The sky was clear and almost sunset when Brandon and Madrigal stepped out of the mansion; they got to Don Silverrio’s very early. " My father is sleeping; go back!" Fidellin scored rudely as he ordered his men to kick them out.

"Did you make her run away!" he flared asking Brandon. He had just gotten off the call from Esmeralda about Vanessa.

" What do you mean? I don’t understand it," Brandon asked him, humbly resting on the door. "Hey—who’s at the door? Why is there so much noise?" Don Silverrio yelled from the window in his office.

" Hey partner—you wouldn’t let me in; should I go back?" Brandon asked, yelling in response. " How dare you threaten an old man in his house? You’re despicable, Brandon!" Fidelin arched bracingly.

"No! Come up, please," Don Silverrio commanded. Fidelin was forced to open the door for the both of them.

"Find your way!" He walked out on them violently. "Funny—is Vanessa really not the boss? How will you spea
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