When the rest of the team entered Uncle John’s office, Dylan finally relaxed his stiff face. He moves his ass off the sofa to give way to his team and stands next to Uncle John’s table. All the elite teams were here. Even the busybody Xavier, hibernating in his jungle in Palawan, emerged.
Hervey was just fresh from his mission in Budapest. He sat on the sofa Dylan had just left after he laid down a stack of documents in front of Uncle John. Dylan can see the wearing tiredness on everyone’s faces beside Xavier and Marx, that came here straight from the Philippines.
He frowned and silently thought. Their mission was that hard?
Quiavan laid his back on the long sofa using Lance Terrius’s legs as his pillow before letting out loud grunts after stretching his exhausted muscles.
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