CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVENMR WILLIAMS GRANDE When I got home, Popo was already waiting in my living room. "I was at the hospital when you called," I informed him after we exchanged pleasantries."How is he doing?" Popo asked me. He had a stick of cigarettes in his hand, which he sipped from. "He's out of danger but still unconscious. "Popo nodded and turned to my guards who were with me. I waved at one of them, and he walked away. While I went to sit next to Popo, leaving the other one still standing there. "Keep an eye on my son," I informed the guard, and he bowed with a nod. "Not only my son, keep an eye on Sally, too."Again, he nodded. I turned to Popo, who was lighting another stick of cigarettes after he emptied the first stick. "The truck driver," I asked him. "What plans have you made for him?"Popo sat out of his seat. "I made arrangements for him and his family to leave the country in your secret jet. I also seized the truck in your name while I pretended to be hunting
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