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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE MAN WHO KEPT HIM POOR
Author: Abraham
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Richard stared at Grant. "Longer than I think?"

Grant didn't answer.

Richard took a step toward him. "How long?"

"Richard, we need to leave."

"No." His voice was calm now, which somehow made it more serious. "You just told me Westbridge belonged to my father. You told me Marcus knew my name. Then someone sends me a message saying Marcus was told to keep me poor."

Grant looked toward the stairwell.

"Stop looking around," Richard said. "There is nobody here."

"You don't know that."

"I don't care.
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