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Sebastian can imagine how frustrated and angry Ronald must be on the other end. To some extent, Sebastian finally realizes that Ronald isn't just following orders from his boss. "I know about Alvin's struggle in founding Group Azure before it became this big, Sebastian. And I can't reveal deaths other than accepting the facts that exist. Doesn't that make me suffocate?"
"Alright, Uncle. After work, I'll head to the office, Uncle."
"Use the little time you have left to truly investigate. I believe that because Alef was chosen to replace you, the surveillance around him started to loosen. I don't know why, but I've always been convinced that Alef is the mastermind behind everything that happened to Claire."
Whether he likes it or not, Sebastian agrees with Ronald on this matter.
"Unfortunately, we're hindered by the lack of evidence."
"Yeah, Uncle. In that case, see you tomorrow afternoon. Once again, I apologize for disturbing you this late at night
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