At Tim's HouseHe waited for her to answer the question, but she could not. He grinned in pleasure at her sudden loss of eloquence.“Even with four million pounds sterling, she can't do anything meaningful with her life,” he said.“Does she have two fathers? Is it the one that was chatting that was poisoned?” He asked himself and turned off his device.He walked to his room to take a nap. After changing to simple wear, he laid on the bed and closed his eyes but his phone ringtone would not allow him.“Oh, my goodness!” He exclaimed and sat up.He picked up the phone and was amazed to see the caller.“Good evening, Your Excellency,” he greeted him.“Good evening, Tim. Turn on your television if you are close to it.”“It is all right, Your Excellency,” he said and complied.He saw the Head of State of a powerful nation, Kingsland, Field Marshall Brian Foxe, boasting in his broadcast. He was threatening to wipe away a smaller and powerless nation, Oregany from the surface of the earth.“
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