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Duncan was danger in the form of a male, and if Samuel was so agitated by him, then I definitely would be trying my hardest to steer clear of such a person. Duncan had black hair, that was shaved at the sides, and wore ugly stained t-shirts with leather pants. Yes, you heard me right, leather. He had these huge combat boots on his feet and that's a lot coming from me because I knew about huge feet. He looked like a vagrant. I'm sorry but he did. But no matter how harmless he tried to look, it was his eyes. He had the dullest, most boring eyes I had ever seen but it's like. . . It's like you knew exactly what he was capable of by just looking at them.

I nod, only half-sure I actually woke up. “It’s Cal Duncan,” he says. “Nothing bad. He’s just throwing a little money around where he doesn’t belong.” My synapses take a few seconds to connect the dots, but finally, I get there. Cal Duncan, boss of the Irish Kings, motherfucker in the city I had pegged as most likely to cause trouble soon. Dante must see the recognition dawn, because he pats my butt and says, “Now get going.”

Before I could reach it, Duncan rushed forward, straightening his suit. However, the security staff stopped him about three feet away. He stood there awkwardly. "Mr. Day, you may not remember me," Duncan said quickly. "We met once at the city's Young Entrepreneurs Association event." When the man didn't react, Duncan tried again. "This might help jog your memory. I'm the Trivetts' future son-in-law." Melvin Day, the mayor, remained silent. Duncan grew anxious. "I'm talking about the Trivetts from South Mistburg. In this city, who else could possibly invite someone like you except them?"

the woman replied, sparingly, and took a glimpse at Andrius. “He’s Andrius, my driver.” Instead of being annoyed with Chuck, he just chuckled. “Nice to meet you, Andrius.” Andrius just raised his right hand. “Are you going to gamble, too?” Chuck asked Dolly. “Nope,” said the girl. “Then, what’s your business in Las Vegas?” “I dance,” she proudly said. “You do?” Chuck’s eyes widened. And Andrius was sure that Chuck thinks in a greenway. “Where?” Chuck asked with interest.

"Oh right, I heard Ms. Duncan is Mr. Ford's ex-wife. Am I mistaken?" Samantha secretly tightened her grip. She pressed her lips into a line before saying, "Yes, many people in Sentius City are aware of this. Did you find out about it just recently?" Samantha had a bad feeling about Vania. She didn't like Vania at all. Vania apologetically said, "Oh, I have studied abroad, so I'm not well-versed with the things happening in Sentius City. Can you tell me what kind of person Mr. Ford is, Ms. Duncan?"

Outsiders didn't know the situation and speculated wildly, but insiders whispered that the Wales' sudden downfall was due to crossing paths with the Duncans. During recent business wars, both domestic and international, the Duncans' strength had astonished everyone in the industry. In such a situation, the fact that the Duncans managed to defeat the Breens and come out unscathed spoke volumes about their power. While the Wales had been riding high, how long their streak would last remained a mystery. For the Wales, facing off against the Duncans seemed like taking on a titan. Seeing Aidan gossiping, Triston chimed in. "I heard it was the daughter of the Wales who hit one of Catherine's frien

He turned his head as detected a familiar scent approaching Burn’s stall. “Has Jen been here?” asked Brother Andrew, sniffing the air as he leant on the half open stable door. Duncan nodded, not meeting the monks gaze. “Did you see her, talk to her?” he said excitedly. Duncan shook his head. “She was here this morning when I took Burn out, gone by the time I got back.” The big monk sighed internally. “Why are you hurting yourself Duncan?” “I’m a Templar warrior, it’s what I want to do.”

Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, as long as you haven't left the planet, Mister Duncan will hunt you down and kill you! A playful curve slowly lifted at the corner of Alexander's lips. The name 'Duncan' was common in Walganus Capital, but opening such a large karaoke establishment in the bustling area and having a partnership with Auste made it easy to deduce the identity of this 'Mister Duncan'. One of the top five peak families in the Wyverna, the heir of the Duncan family, the great Fitch Duncan.

(Duncan) San Antonio, Nueva Ecija 1990 “IT was tragic, wasn’t it? Losing the one we love. They leave permanent scars in our hearts which no medicine in the world could heal. I know that terrible feeling that’s why I’m here to help you. I can wake Therese for you, Duncan.” Slowly, I lifted my face when I heard that voice. I was greeted by a tall man with pale skin and blue eyes. He was wearing white all over. From his hat and trench coat down to his leather shoes. It was night time, but he was shining so brightly.

“A bet? What do you propose?” “I am betting on little Selena this time,” Neo replied giving me a significant look. “I see,” was all Duncan said. He snapped his eyes back to Neo, giving his own devious smile. When he had looked at me, his smile had dropped. “She looks absolutely frightened and may end up losing the egg. Are you sure you want to bet on her?” “I have every faith in Selena,” Neo said proudly. I looked at him aghast. “Good. Because you are going to need it,” Duncan said flatly. He looked at me once more before going back to the group of wolves that I knew were his sentinels.