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Elroi said fearlessly. "Damn it! This little boy seems to be intending to fight us!" snarled the man who was considered the most senior among them. He came forward, approached Elroi, then said, "Jake, let him go. This man is mine." Someone named Jake releases Elroi so Elroi is blown to the ground, some of the herbal plants fall out of the plastic groceries. Bianca was crying. But not because of the ingredients, but he could not bear to see Elroi ganged up like this.

It simply hurts now that he’s listening with a clear mind. “I really want to help you but we need your cooperation in this.” “Chris?” Fidel appeared before Chris could answer, he wasn’t going to admit it anyway. It will be a huge deal if they discovered about Fantasia’s real business. Henry would surely be angry at him and it would hinder him from taking information from the company. Chris discreetly looked around and the demons are nowhere in sight. “And who might you be, sir?” Joaqin asked politely. “Fidel Elrod. I'm a family friend," Fidel answered, his tone is orthodox. “His parents are my co-workers too.”

Armando asked as he was still wondering. "It's very simple, Mr. Armando. Because you are very close to the omega traitor, Jacob Cabarse. I'm already starting to remove those things that Jacob Cabarse might use to come and go here at the camp, and that includes you and Mrs. Leticia," Jomer explained as he turned to Mr. Armando with his serious face and the words he uttered were also emphasized.

Elroy answered casually, knowing fully well the gentleman knew him from his past. Noticing the unfamiliar response the man gently withdrew from Elroy, "what's wrong El, don't you recognize me? It's me, Jacob." "Jacob." Said Elroy as he thought on the name, it dawned on him – a memory of the Morning star crew riding together. "Jacob?" Elroy called out with astonishment then embraced Jacob who gladly embraced him back. Withdrawing from Jacob, Elroy gazed at him smiling, "You've grown older Jacob." "There's nothing I can do when life takes its toll," said Jacob, he held the hand of the woman standing beside him, "meet Rebecca, my wife and Carl," he touches the forehead of the sleeping child wra

“I didn’t bring anything remotely fancy, and I have no idea how I’m supposed to pull this off. So, Mr. Jacob, what’s your grand solution?” Without hesitation, Jacob pulled out his phone. “First, I’m calling Eliot.” “Who’s Eliot?” I asked, curious. “A friend.” “And how’s this friend supposed to help?” Bianca asked, giving Jacob a skeptical look. “He’s a fashion designer,” Jacob said with a grin as he dialed, putting the call on speaker. The phone rang twice before a voice answered—high-pitched and unmistakably flamboyant, though layered with background noise: chatter, commands, and a flurry of activity.