Chapter 48 The One They Called Kingsley

(Author’s POV)

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Seated on a beach chair covered from the sun with a large pink umbrella, a man was seen seated while sipping on his tropical mix drink. His eyes were on the screen of his laptop, focusing on his next assigned job.

A group of women passed by and winked at him, flaunting their body wearing bikinis that was hardly covering their body. He nodded at them and gestured for the bar tender to treat them for drinks. A rich and good-looking man like him was hard to miss, physically.

Money came easy to him with his unique services offered. Mostly given to those that was desperate to run away from problems. Desperate to be someone else. A new beginning for them, or at times a new life after faking their death.

For many years he served those who seek for protection. It did not come cheap. His client knew the cost of wanting his service.

He frowned reading an encrypted e-mail sent to him. The message was coded which he knew who the sender was. “MachoMan, how did you find me?”

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