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Chapter 67: Who Are You?
Author: Nathan Emorey
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The following morning, Gary woke up really late. This pissed off everyone. They had tried banging on his door, but there was no response

But they did not know that he returned home late at night at 4 am. Gary had a hard time sleeping as he kept observing the ring. It was… out of the world. He had tried to get information about where the ring came from, what the strange symbols engraved into the band of the ring. He had tried decoding what it meant or where it could have possibly come from, but he could not. There could be only one person who knew.

His grandmother.

He got up and walked into his bathroom to freshen up quickly. He had a long day. He would first drive straight to his mansion to meet his grandmother and ask her what that ring meant and if she knew anything.

He dressed in his simple jeans and a faded black tee, the kind that made him look like he was still dodging rent, not running an empire.

Downstairs, the house was a storm. Dishes clattered, voices snapped, someo
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