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Third Person POV.

Peter was bubbling with excitement inside of him now, knowing his ticket to freedom was now within reach.

Years of searching for that daughter of his has come to an end.

Fuck his dead wife, Helen, and yeah, fuck David Truman, Peter smirked inwardly.

What he loved most about this minute is the fucking hatred and confusion he's implanting in Vera's mind.

He's not here to just take the girl to Anton but he also intends to change her notion about David Truman.

He wants to paint the man black before Vera and that's working.

The very dark, distant look on Vera's face is a pure...