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Chapter 74: Late Realization
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“I don’t care, brother. I am not even afraid to die. You should be thankful if that happens. . .” I joked. It was a good joke though. It was stated in the last will and testament of our old man that whenever one of us would die, the remaining and the surviving one would take all the wealth of him. “And hello, I am more ready and prepared more than you ever know,” I said, rolling my shirt up to show him a pistol planted inside my pants’ back pocket with only the handle of the gun visible to the eye.
“Did you just brought a gun with you?” Brother walked towards me, taking a turn back to the south instead of continuing to the west as it was where the loo was located. “You are just making yourself vulnerable of being called out as the suspect,” he shouted as he ran across the patio of the fountain.
“Oh come on, bro? Why would they mistaken me as the killer? I mean, all right
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