Chapter 1. The heated argument

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It was late night, approx 10

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It was late night, approx 10.pm of night, there was a car driving on empty road, leading it's way to a secret place.

We are here Mr. Carter, his secretary(Mike Wales)
Slightly speaks.

He was sitting at the back seat, staring with his dark brown eyes, a few flicks of his light brown locks were accompanying his empty forehead, the Adam 's apple in his throat was giving freaking awesome chills, when he spoke out, it was none other than Vincent Carter, Elder son of Harrison Carter and the first heir of Carter groups and Blossomvale health hospitals.
He nodded and unfastened the seatbelt , stepping out from the car, was standing in front of a lot of destroyed but abandoned buildings.
People rarely seen here, because it's somehow a forbidden holdings owned by the Son.

He stepped in one of the building, there was an elevator present, Vincent and Mike both entered in and press the button for floor no 0

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He stepped in one of the building, there was an elevator present, Vincent and Mike both entered in and press the button for floor no 0. Yes they were actually going underground,
After the elevator opens, he stepped out, Mike was walking behind.

What a scene it was!!! In front of there eyes, a massive,huge and secretly operating hospital .

Narrator: What first thought came into your mind, definitely the hospital was not doing it's actual job but actually practicing inhuman sins for the heap of uncountable paper pieces

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Narrator: What first thought came into your mind, definitely the hospital was not doing it's actual job but actually practicing inhuman sins for the heap of uncountable paper pieces.
He ordered his secretary to guide towards the VIP Room

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