Not a single member of the group dared to reply to a message from the soloist.
Until finally, after a few hours passed, someone who would be visited by them directly replied to Damar's message.
"It's okay, Damar. Just come along. I'm waiting for you guys, okay? My room is on the second floor. Wenceslas family's room.
Someone stared at the cellphone with a smile, while the other read in bitterness. They speculated what would happen next.
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"Make him kneel down!!". Wiryo took control once he was in his territory.
The elder's grandson didn't want to obey orders. He was still standing firmly against his grandfather's bodyguard.
"You're still stubborn after clearly making a mistake". Wiryo looked upset.
"If I have to kneel, I'll do it in front of my wife, not you". Hendra didn't feel guilty towards his grandfather. These two people were both stubborn. A gene that was passed down, copied and pasted.
