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Chapter 33: His deed
The guy on the call seemed eager to meet him, even though Ryan never heard of this guy being their family lawyer ever. However, he lived in Dayholt household for just a few months and those few months he spent in utter despair with his father roaming around like a hyena in the lone mansion.
Ryan walked to his seat, yet his feet stuck at the sight of Stacey and Amanda still arguing about the matter of his friend and Noah. Their high-pitched shriek enveloped the great hall of the restaurant while the customers near them listened to their every argument with utmost attention, as if a minister was giving an important speech. He peeked from the distance. They seized even the waiters from doing anything to stop them.
The whole place was enjoying, weird place it was. With two girls shrieking, those people should complain, yet they were interested in them more than their delicious desserts, which Ryan saw lying on the table, stranded.
Their loud grun
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He Left With Nothing Chapter 35: Drunk Ryan
Two figures came wobbling around out of the dark narrow exit of that bar. The narrow stairway was too dark that one of them stumbled right at the exit while the other caught him in time. At the top of the opening, the glowing sign of ‘Moonlight pub’ shimmered through the lighting attached at the side.Luke caught his friend Ashton by his shoulder to take him to his car. Ashton was totally knocked out while Luke could barely stand. They already called a driver, and he was right at the car of Ash in the parking lot, waiting for his boss to come. He settled his friend in there while another two figures came out of the entrance of the bar. Their faces glowed in that dim green and blue light from the signboard above.The tall guy dragged a frail lad by his side, clutching hi shoulder tight while the small guy wobbled around the stairs and was falling exactly the same place the previous guy stumbled. That place must be jinxed.His figure halt
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He Left With Nothing Chapter 41: Keep a look out
“Did he come?” an icy voice asked behind a high armchair, facing backward while a day in a black officer skirt and blazers stood upright, as if she came from a military family.“He did, sir.” She said, her voice so melodramatic that it sounded like a sarcasm.“Was it really him?” asked the male voice behind the chair. He sounded like a worn out crow, barely managing to say those words. Clearly, he was nervous. Nervous to know if the person she met was really someone he expected.“Sir. As far as I know. You asked me to search for him. And he was not near the one you described,” she said, eyeing at his boss, who turned a bit, but his face was not clear to see his expression. Her hands occupied a thick file, half opened to a page where a detailed bio data was written about someone named Ryan Welsh, which missed the crucial part of the details, his photo.
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