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Chapter 63: The Invitation part-1
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Chapter 63: The Invitation

Cassel left the villa without saying anything further.

He had been given information, not instructions to charge in with, and the difference was one he understood better than most people who had ever worked for Mike Santos. The men who had been sent before him had approached this Edward the way you approach a problem you already believe you can solve. Cassel did not believe that yet. He had not seen enough to believe anything.

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