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in his leg. The past one month had been filled with countless disappointments in his search for a job, and sometimes he really did

eak up with Sarah, but he had stayed, partly because of his love for her and partly because he thought she deserved better, and she did. The Lance family only saw her as a pawn to negotiate with, It's in their

was failing. He had a gambling addiction, as well as an unhealthy craving for a flashy lifestyle, one characterized by spending company funds on women and flashy cars. T

driven twice. The company had certainly been on its way to extinction for a few years, but a quadruplet of factors like unfavorable government policies, a changing market structur

nt into a company well on its way to extinction could save it. John had concluded that no one would be foolish enough to invest s

was the source of the hate he had received from the family. Peter Lance had married off his fir

him a mammoth investment. His hopes were dashed when Sarah walked up to him one day and informed him of her decisi

is daughter instead. Peter Lance offered him money, a senior role in his company, an all-expense paid trip to anywhere in the world he wanted, but he had refused,

e murder, to get him to leave their daug

kept up the pressure. Evelyn Lance, Sarah's mother was more vicious than her husband. She had once sent thugs to b

velyn Lance broke into a fit when she saw the dogs wagging their tails and licking his legs instead of biting him. It was sh

take suspicious glances around, but he saw no sign of the dogs. Perhaps Mrs. Lance had gotten new dogs who didn't know him and had cunningly invited him to be mutilated by the dogs. Unconsciously, he mentall

inched himself to be sure he was not dreaming. Perhaps he had already

iting for you. It's been a long time; you sho

ould have fainted. As he stepped inside the house, a wave of nostalgia hit him. He took in the