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Davis's POV

"Mr. Davis, I'm sorry but there's nothing you want to say to me. Someone died in your casino. First question, why was a gun allowed in there?" The police officer asked with rage. Not like I feared though.

I don't have time for this shit but I remained there staring at him as he spoke. All these while, Vincent was outside making some calls.

"I'm not saying a word until my lawyer gets here" I replied with a smirk as I continued to relax against the chair. I haven't said anything other than this since I sat here with him. Truly, he was arguing with himself.

"Mr. Davis, there's nothing anyone can do about this. Whether you get a lawyer or the president, the casino will be shut down forever!"

I let out a yawn, ignoring his fucking words.

"Mr. Davis—"

The door flew open, Vincent walked in,

"Don, Helen," he said with a disturbed look. I hate to see that look on his face, it always tells me that something I might not like is going on.

"Hey, you can't be in here!"

I took the
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