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ARGON "Tell us dear. Is he forcing you to act friendly outside this walls? " The councils questioned Brielle. Here I was, standing right outside the living room, ease dropping on their conversations with Brielle. I made so much arrangement in welcoming the coucils. But when they arrived, they completely ignored my presence, requesting for Brielle from one of the maids. I had to respect their wish and just stand aside, watching Brielle stepping into the living room with them. This is making it an hour since their arrival, and they have been asking Brielle numerous questions about me, curious to know if I had abused her into siding with me all these days. "When you requested for Sir Derek's number, we felt something was off." "Something like Argon, of course." "Was he the one who pus