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In a living room, which had its walls painted with a presidential white color, the furniture a dark blue color, a man could be seen sitting on a three seater couch, a bottle of wine placed on the table in front of him together with a glass cup which was half filled with wine. His eyes were glued to the TV screen as the contents of the television displayed, his eyes widened, and all of a sudden, he rose to his feet, hitting the arm with his punch. “Yes, yes” Ryan shouted. Ryan was the man who had an affair with Erica, the same man Who had reported to Erica that he saw Jayson the other day while they all thought he was dead. “I knew it, I knew this was going to happen” Ryan quickly picked up his mobile phone, and dialed a number. The person on the other side picked up after two rin