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The family battle
Asher put down his knife and fork on the table and gazed at me with a confused and angered expression.
“Is that true… you work for my Half-Brother?” he asked.
“Y-yes…” I smiled awkwardly.
“What a wonderful coincidence!” Luca Borda called spitefully, “Our Old Master decided to invite someone who works for that sick, cursed bastard to our home,” he hissed glaring at me.
“Luca! How dare you!” the Chairman fumed.
“Honey… calm down,” Luca's wife, Delia, put her hand on his trying to make him lower his voice.
“I will not calm down!” he burst out pushing her hand away, “You are always doing it on purpose, Father! You are constantly reminding us of his existence! You want him to become your successor, but I'm not going to let that happen! You are getting weaker, the board of directors can see it! You are going to die soon, and none of the h
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