Chapter 69

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Deucalion was in his secret room, playing golf to burn some steam. He'd been exasperated ever since the news of the goods worth millions of his sweat and blood had sunk on its way, his thoughts had been all over the place. He'd lost both interest and capital with nothing at all to show for it. To say he was boiling inside would be an understatement since it was way more than furious.

The game he thought would help wasn't helping as he yanked out his handkerchief, wiping beads of perspiration off his wrinkled face. He sighed and flung the club. Here has been his secret hangout whenever his head is crowded or if he has a private business to run without his family being aware of it. Except for his three childhood friends; Flaghanan, Thurlow and Webster whom he had worked with for the past fifteen years, no one else was authorized to come into this room.

A knock came in shortly.

"Come on in." Deu offered the person inside in an offhanded manner. He knew who it was without even steal