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... t couldn't give two shits about it. He might be unhappy, but what she said is the truth. She doesn't have to actually care about what he is feeling. She already did him a lot favors and he wasn't able to do anything with his bad choice of a player.

"I don't care what we agreed up on before. I want you to do one more thing to deal with Sam and you will do it no matter the cost. You understand me?"

Zeus spoke in a cold tone.

Hel looked at him calmly and said.

"Zeus, for a p ...

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