Armande had some unfinished business to take care of before leaving. Driving across town, he stopped at a hotel where he was scheduled to meet Mr. Dalim. “Good morning, Mr. Walker. I hope you’ve brought the papers with you. I was just discussing about the project with my partners when you stepped in,” Mr. Dalim exclaimed in excitement and offered Armande a seat across the table.
“Would you care for some tea ha-ha now that your tea estate will be wrecked, I suppose you may like to have something to remember about Silvertrench,” He added and snorted before pouring a glass of vine for him and Armande.
Armande wanted to interrupt him, but Dalim went on boasting about his big project on Armande’s estate. “Look at the miniature hotel I got made! Isn’t she a beauty?” he showed Armande the minia
