"What? You pulled all that heinous crap without even knowing the full story?" Randy nearly spilled his tea.
Edgar shot back, "What heinous crap? Compared to you people, especially the one upstairs, I'm a saint."
All eyes snapped to the second floor, where Drake leaned against the railing, glaring down.
Randy cleared his throat. "Hey, redemption arcs exist. He's one of us now."
"Who said I'm redeemed?" Drake strolled downstairs and flopped onto the couch. "I'm just crashing here while my wounds heal. Not joining your club."
"Semantics." Randy waved a hand. "To outsiders, you're one of them. Your house has already burned down, and you have nowhere else to go."
Kale, who also had been recovering at the Potter Mansion, rarely lumbered down with a glass of water. "Boss, want me to reclaim your company?"
Randy choked on his tea. "Come on. It's not like snatching toys. That's an empire."
"You talk too much." Drake rubbed his temples. "Marion, control your dog."
"He's Erica's problem," Marion replied blandly.
"That's a chance to change fate. Who wouldn't gamble for a shot at becoming the world's richest man?"
"So, he takes advantage of people's greed, but even if you cleared the path, he might not share the treasure with you."
"Even pawns have backup plans."
Randy laughed, "Backup plans? You never even met the guy, and you lost all your fortune. Did he even help you a little? Face it, you are expendable."
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