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In front of room no. 607, ten bodyguards were standing in a row. Patrick walked in the room and saw Saun sitting in a wheelchair.

"Mr Cassidy, you wanted to see me." He politely uttered so.

Saun humbly had him sit on the settee and handed her an envelope. With a deep sigh, he asserted, "I have a favour to ask you."

"Me?"

"Yes. And I want you to do it without my granddaughter's knowing. Nobody should know about it either but if Miss Grace wants to help, then you can take her help as well."

Patrick slowly opened the envelope, the moment he saw the papers his mouth made the shape of 'O'. "This..."

"I know what you want to say but I have my reasons. I hope you will help me with this." Saun voiced such in a tenacious tone.

"I have got it, sir, but... I need some time to think."

*

"Mr Lucas, there's bad news."

"What happened?" Lucas seemed unconcerned, now he was the least worried about anything else.

His secretary sounded distressed, his voice whispered how much terror-stricken he was at