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The Verdict
“Kassio, can we talk?” whispered Ivan.
“What is it?”
“You’re not seriously thinking of brokering a deal with them, are you?” Ivan had pulled Orlov to the side, leaving the two Poplovs in his study alone.
“I think you should be open to it,” replied Orlov. “Lord Poplov still wields significant influence in court. There will definitely be some backlash if we harm his family status now, especially with his claims. This may go to trial, or we’ll have to back down.”
“That witch tried to kill me and my wife! How can we back down?” Ivan argued.
“And you’re not exactly very popular, Ivan.”
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