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CHAPTER 8

RUBY’S POV

“Why don’t you have a seat first? Let’s have a lengthy and civil discussion” Dennis said to me when he saw I wasn’t trying to run away anymore and I eyed him again before I grudgingly walked over to the second couch in the room and sat before him.

“This better make sense or I won’t be making any deal with you,” I told him and he chuckled before taking a swig of his wine. With a sigh, as I rolled my eyes, I pulled the bottle from his hand and placed it beside me while he gave me a questioning look.

“I won’t be making a deal with a drunk man. What if you wake up tomorrow and can’t remember anything because you blacked out?” I asked him and that made him grin while he nodded his head knowingly.

“You’re right though, I should have a stable mind while having such an important discussion with you since what we both want is on the line” he replied and leaned toward me while I stared at him with pure distaste and he scoffed.

“I’m curious though, how did you become a masked