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*** Disaster broke out the very next morning when Aiden woke up to the shrill sound of the doorbell ringing. He didn't move at first, assuming that it was Carlos, his gardener. The portly man would show up twice a week to trim the hedges, water the plants and rake the fallen leaves. Aiden didn't feel like waking up at first. But when the ringing continued, he had to wake up. "Son of a b***h!" he snarled as he pulled on his pants and walked downstairs without even wearing a shirt. The ringing continued, until he finally reached the door and yanked it open. "What the h..." He never finished his sentence, as he suddenly realised that it wasn't Carlos at his door. It was Axel, along with two police officers and some security officers of the estate. Behind them, surrounded by paramedics
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