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“I'm curious to know, John Smith,” Madame Aurora said. “Who are you really, and where did you come from?”

John Smith took his glass of wine and stirred it. “I'm a king of a distant sovereignty country.”

Madame Aurora was startled. “There aren't that many monarchy governments nowadays.”

“You're right,” John Smith said, cutting into a juicy steak. “But mine exists.”

Madame Aurora was intrigued. “What's the name of your nation, John Smith?”

“I'd rather not tell,” John Smith said with finality in his tone. “I'm here on vacation and would prefer to remain anonymous.”

“As you wish, John Smith,” Madame Aurora smiled. “I believe the steak is up to your taste?”

John Smith nodded. “They're incredible.”

Moses stood behind John Smith, observing the entire conversation.

From the looks in Madame Aurora's expression, he could tell she bought the little lie John Smith just told her.

John Smith was no king, and neither was there any monarchy country that he rules.

This was all a ploy to buy her tru