#Chapter74

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Hunter's p.o.v.

"Dude, it's almost nine pm, where's your secretary? She isn't picking my calls" Dylan whined as he walked into my room only wearing a very loose-fitting singlet and a pair of joggers.

“Do I look like someone who cares" I was sitting on the couch by the window and overviewing the area.

We could really use some lawn mowing.

“Then call her. She might not answer me but her boss might be an exception"

I laughed tremendously at his thoughts or suggestion or whatever he just vomited from his mouth.

I may have an idea on where Iris is or should I say...