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Chapter 118: Ain't Yet Over
“Another hard problem? And what is that again this time?” I asked, not sure if I were to feel nervous, afraid, or threatened. “Could I not at least take a couple of minutes to regain my composure? You seriously do not have any idea how nervous I was when I was lying on this thing the entire trip,” I defended. “And now you are telling me there is another problem that is harder than the one I just overcome because of you?” I questioned as I placed my feet onto the tiled floor and lifted my ass off the stretcher.
“Yes, there is another problem, and yes, it is harder than what you thought was already hard,” answered the other guy who was my brother’s assistant. I figured he was not a doctor nor a nurse like what he was supposedly trying to portray. He must be some sort of a secret agent who worked for my brother who happened to be a senior secret agent too. By the way, about the senior secret agent, I just do &nb
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