PROOF OF POWER
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Mr. Christopher looked at Marvin with intense eyes. "I know the main reason why you came to Neovalle," he said slowly. "And the reason you came to Neovalle… is the same reason I came to Neovalle thirty three years ago."

Marvin stared back, feeling even more confused. He tried to understand, but his mind was racing. "Uncle, with all due respect, I don’t understand you. Could you… be more specific?" he asked, with a voice that was uncertain.

Mr. Christopher paused, his gaze was fixed on Marvin. He seemed to be searching Marvin’s face for something, his expression was both serious and sad. Then, after a few moments, he took a deep breath.

"We share similarities, Marvin," he said in a calm but heavy tone. "We are both the first-born of our parents."

Marvin frowned, still not seeing the connection. "So… what about that?" he asked, feeling a bit impatient.

Mr. Christopher’s expression darkened. "But what makes us more alike, Marvin, is that I, too, am a rejected heir of my father."

Marvin’s
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