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When Ralph uttered his own name, Lyle almost jumped out of his skin. With his body on the verge of trembling, Lyle controlled his cold sweat and made one last struggle.
"What are you talking about, Ralph, is Little Butler Mr. also here? Don't speak in riddles to me."
Ralph completely put down his knife and fork, returning the piece of meat to his plate. His slender fingers interlaced on the table, Ralph smiled while looking into Gareth's eyes.
"You do a good impersonation, Lyle, but Gareth doesn't act this pretentious when we're alone. I was his assistant, and we dealt with many dangerous cases together. He would never invite me to dinner just to say thanks; otherwise, I could eat him out of house and home."
Lyle complained to himself inwardly, damn it, he was indeed too afraid of Ralph seeking revenge; disguising oneself as another was surely a poor choice.
