"Exactly!" Urian cried anxiously. "Y-You and your men should hurry... I'm barely holding on here!"

"You're barely holding on?"

Chet was taken aback-was that man with Noel that amazing?

Urian had over a hundred goons too, but that man could handle them all by himself?!

Chet certainly did not believe it, and it also soon occurred to him that Urian was exaggerating just to get more goodies from him.

"Sly old fox," he snorted, though he had no choice but to hurry with his men.

Still, it was curiously quiet, and there were no security guards in sight at all.

"Wait!"

Chet's glare of impatience. "Chet-I mean, Mr. Jonas-don't you

could think about was Noel's devastating figure

to stop the fire blazing in his loins. And he actually thought he could smell Noel's

hence being interrupted while he was pulling down his pants, leaving Chet

once-in-a-lifetime shot for getting it on with Draconia's top actress! If he messed this up, he would

was why Chet's voice was at once hostile as he snapped through gritted teeth, "Listen here-I'm the leader of this operation, not you, Grom! If you mess this up for me, I will tell Sil Lionheart. Surely I don't have to tell you what awaits trash

threat-they might have no

worst of all was that Chet was right-if he complained to Sil,

to say that you have to be careful. The vibes here is just wrong, and-" "Do I need you to

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