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wed him from the VIP jet. Though it lacked sensation, the whirling wind caressed his custom suit. St. Louis's countryside opened out before him like his city and kingdom on disp

ically to feel the superior fabric of his suit jacket, which stood for his own metamorphosis. The formerly delicate heir has developed into a tough man. He looked at the

is mental and emotional power at the same time as strained his physique. He had taught himself to cut off entitlement and self-importance from beside arrogance. He became rather skilled in survival without depending on the Embrace name. Not with the wealth. R

exhibited its familiar presence; its windows create almost ethereal light across the terrain. He had loathed this planet earlier, but today he f

The weight he carried on his shoulders had helped him to be ready for what lay ahead. Still another presence appeared to permeate the air. Something he found difficult to ex

ter than a gardener's speed, the movement displayed intention beyond that of a hapless observer. The discomfort become more pronounced. He persuaded himself it was only the weight of r

. Papat considered the heat as an oppressive force, thus he developed a strong dislike against it. His experience with poverty training and his manual labor of stacking boxes, dishwashing, and machine repairs helped him to build endurance. It was not glitzy

e without depending on others. Seven years had certainly stretched out into a long period. Old Joe's trainer, pushed him assiduously every day. Joe never spoke politely and taught severe lessons, so displaying toughness.

t offended Papat, the remembrance of a specific conversation made his muscles tense. "You know, Papat, hilarious. When Joe's voice sounded weighedy with a secret, Papat informed him he was not the only one linked with that empire. The warehouse door broke Papat's line of concentration. Jo

Under the chandeliers, which softly illuminated all surfaces, the marble flooring gleamed brilliantly. That seemed improper. excessively immaculate. too flawless. Papat looked toward the middle of the space. His father stood in front of the great fireplace exuding power and intimidati

hat he arrived already too late. His family wanted him to be their puppet and tool; they did not want his comeback. Papat turned away from that deceitful game long ago. Not now. "You have gone a long time, Papat. "Seven years" Martin said as his voice pierced the silence. P

eas and secret depths. His hand clenched at his side, Papat remained silent. Silent gap between them was packed with unsp