H.U.R.T
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Steve won a lot. Brian was made even more furious. What does Steve care? He smiled with satisfaction at the look on Brian's red face.

Leaning forward while linking both hands with both elbows resting on the table, for the umpteenth time Steve floated a scornful smile.

"I hope you don't run out of money for your campaign fund, Mr. Milles, and I certainly don't expect that the money you're wasting is the property you're taking from the little people."

"Brawn, Motherfucker..."

"Kc... Ck..." Steve shakes his head. "A candidate for mayor must be able to control his emotions. I'm sorry, Prince, you have to watch this show." Steve looked at Harry.

"Aren't you Steven Dixton Ivarez?" This prince squinted his eyes trying to remember. "Yes, you're Steven Ivarez, aren't you?"

"It's an honor to know me, Prince."

"God! I was wondering where you were all this time. I never saw my father invite you again. Ever since you didn't visit the palace, he stopped playing chess. Isabel misses you too."

"Isabel?" Darren. "Isabel you're referring to is your adopted sister who was betrothed to Austin?"

Harry chuckles. "Austin refused the match. How many Isabels do I know? Stop saying he's a foster kid. Isabel is my sister, the result of my father's scandal with the palace attendants. Ck!"

"I don't know if Isabel can hang out with a man other than you."

"He likes Steve!"

Darren turned to Steve, highlighting the man with intimidation. Whether Steve felt cornered, depressed, cornered or something. Not at all!

"I'm just as awesome as that, Dude!" Tukas Steve with a lazy tone. "I'll call His Majesty, as well as Isabel. If this show's over, I want to step down." Before he left, he returned with a cynical smile to Brian. I can't wait to explore this building. Let's see what Steve can get through the access card he stole.

Beth sees Steve out of the room followed by Brian. Darren and Harry soon followed.

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The building has twenty-five floors. Steve began his search from the top floor. The twenty-five floor. There was nothing there but an empty room. He went down to the 24th floor, which is not like the ground floor. Only, this floor seemed to be inhabited by guests who had a standing, wanting their privacy to be hidden.

Steve entered the room, his eyes like an eagle, watching every movement of the humans who were there. He saw Dean Jacob with Fread Brown satisfying their desires with the netmen. Steve could only smile sarcastically. Just counting the days those losers can't enjoy their lives anymore.

According to him, there was nothing interesting there, even he chose to go out. The destination is the 23rd floor. As he exited the elevator, he saw someone familiar, getting into the elevator. Steve looked at the man's destination floor. His forehead frowned as the elevator stopped on the twenty-fifth floor. Isn't the floor empty?

"Maybe there's a secret staircase," he monologues considering that he also has a secret room in his house. Steve watched closely the surrounding walls as well as the floor of his footing.

Ah, he found it. Steve looked at the card in his hand. The size is the same as the carving on the wall which at a glance will not be seen because it is disguised by wall paint and carving is almost the same. Steve attached the card to the wall, in an instant the wall split in half. Without hesitation he immediately entered. There was a long stone staircase. The room was minimal with lighting. Faintly, he began to hear voices. Not just one or two, but a lot.

Steve is looking for a strategic place to be able to monitor the activities that occur there. Now he could see and guess if the number of people there was around 70 people and all of them were wearing black robes and headgear until it was a little difficult for him to see anyone there.

"We can start the ritual."

Steve recognized this voice. The Mr. Presidents. But what ritual is meant? He thinks the president is only involved with a terrorist syndicate that intends to raze the country.

"Before starting the ritual it is good to punish those who begin to disbelieve and betray." The voice of the man he followed. Mr. Arthur Cony's. "Our position will be dangerous if they spread this ritual ceremony."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Arthur Cony stepped away from the crowd that formed a circle. Not long after, two people were dragged forcibly out of a room that Steve did not know its origin with chained hands and feet. The two men were Isla Ginevra's parents.

"You can't punish us, you witches! This is what you did after our sacrifice. I just want my daughter released. Is it so hard for you, Mr. President?!" Raung Mr's. Ginevra. "I'm helping you hide your son's rape. Destroying the vidio recorded by my daughter."

Steve is a little surprised to learn that Isla witnessed Olivia's rape.

"Install." Mr. The president gave the order. The crowd also gave way. Seen a obediently shaped tiger in large size. Mr. Ginevra was pushed into the belly of the statue and the fire was lit. Yeah, that poor guy was roasted alive. The howling of pain sounded so heartbreaking to those who still had a conscience. Honey, no one in the room has a conscience.

Mr's Voice. Ginevra was heard no more, a sign that he was gone. Mrs Turn. Ginevra will be pushed in. However, the knocking of one's foot stopped their activity. Steve looked at the source of the voice. Oleshia and Austin.

"Well, I seem to have missed such a very interesting event."

"You coming?" Arthur greeted them. Stretching out her hands, helping Oleshia down the stairs.

"of course. Mr. The president invited me, it's hard to turn him down. How are you, Mr. Milles?"

"As you can see, Ms. Phyllide. I'm glad you fulfilled my invitation. I hope you bring good news. But, why did you bring her here?" Mr. The president looked on in dislike of Austin.

"No need to worry like that, Mr. Presidents. We were only for a short while and like my previous answer, I still had no intention of joining this demon worship sect. Freemasons or the Illuminati or whatever the name may be (Return to the initial chapter which means going to conflict and ending). I'm a devout human being, Mr. President." Oleshia smiled sweetly.

In response to Oleshia's sarcastic, Mr. President laughs. "Your words made me laugh and almost cry, son. Your ancestors have for generations followed this stream. It even became the most respected person within this sect. You inherited everything he had."

Oleshia laughed crisply, "I don't know what you know about me, Mr. Presidents. But, thank you for your offer. I really have no interest in joining. Excuse me."