PAID

“Indeed. Those old men never stop plotting against me. It’s time they

learn who’s the boss here,” Kenton murmured and stubbed out his

cigarette in the ashtray.

In their circle, having the goods on someone could be as valuable as

any advantage. @@novelbin@@

After a short nap, Kenton prepared to leave for home.

At that moment, a muffled thump echoed in the night, as if something