Chapter Ten

"Mister, what the hell are you doing?" Francis asked

"I had this boil in my hand that I thought the sole of your shoe might help me with the scratching." The man lied.

He was anxious. If Dylan was truly the man he thought he was then his days working with the Dorogo were done with. He insulted the secret heir without knowing.

"That's insane, your hand is supposed to ache. This is no treatment." Francis gave a suspicious cruel look and then adjust himself back into the seat.

Dylan figured as the emissary man place the card in his pocket.

"Young master Dylan." He shouts kicking the heavy double door behind him. "Believe me I have no idea."

Dylan checked the name on his card, he was the emissary that he's waited for. The man had a hand hanging in the air.

"You are way too late." Dylan checks his wrist for the time. "We're supposed to meet latest by ten but you took out time to have dinner with Francis in the case you rant launches."

The man blinked a
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