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There’s witness all around us!

“I got my horizons expanded thanks to Ms. Jenkins,” said George.

“Don’t put this all on me,” said Isabelle.

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All she aimed for was to inject some thrill into his mundane existence, to unveil a world of excitement he’d never known. Yet, fate had its own plans.

Dylan, grasping the bag of cash, hastened his steps, questioning. “What’s the next move with this bundle?” He couldn’t shake off the feeling that the money was searing through his palms, urging him to find a swift

solution.

George’s response came swift and simple, “Consider it an unexpected windfall for you.”

Dylan’s eyes were the size of saucepans. He held the money bag as tightly as he could, and the concern on his face was replaced by a simper. “All hail Mr. George. All hail Ms. Jenkins.”

Look at all this money! I love working for Mr. George!

“Woof!”

Dylan cast an affectionate glance at Jack, finding the canine utterly endearing as they made their way to at nearby restaurant.

Securing a table by the window, George settled everyone in their seats before announcing, “I’ll just pop across the street to grab something. Won’t be long.” With that, he swiftly exited the eatery.

Isabelle couldn’t help but wonder, Why didn’t he just ask Dylan to fetch it over the phone?

On the other side of the street lay a quaint cake shop, where George selected the most lavish and visually appealing cake available.

Emerging from the store with the cake in hand, George was suddenly surrounded by a fleet of luxury cars, their occupants brandishing a dozen ominous gun barrels.

lolling out as he gazed intelligently at Isabelle, occasionally

escorted away, it stood briefly, then nonchalantly resumed its spot on the ground, its

demeanour, no inclination to alert Isabelle of

to George’s predicament,

in the car, contentedly

of it all, George found himself

in which it was executed hinted

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vehicle whisked George away to an

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escorted to the opulent castle, each step fraught with

ostentatious owner, an embodiment of nobility reminiscent of a medieval

owner was also the

was the disgruntled manager ousted from the casino, his fury palpable, fingers itching to inflict harm.

eyes, the manager seized a

Vengeance.

intervened, preventing further escalation with a commanding voice.

at the hands of the Ardon duo. Determined to mete out punishment, she envisioned parading the perpetrators through town, bound to her carriage, as a lesson

woman stood transfixed, her

castle owner, a prominent figure in

refrained from hasty action, recognising him as no

owner harboured deep–seated animosity

a formidable half–Ardon Duke for years, their community bore a profound grudge and apprehension towards those of Ardon descent. Though desiring George’s demise, they hesitated to act

havoc in my casino? What name do you

seized the opportunity to speak, bypassing formal introductions with a direct assertion, “I hail from the

Isabelle’s attempts to reach him–an urgent connection he yearned to

statement reverberated within the room, prompting

present.

interjected, cautioning, “My Lord, do not be swayed by his words. Ardons are adept deceivers. I advise