"That ends well that expected."
Master Evon sighs as he and the man dressed in black leave the building. The man looks around him before removing his disguise and shakes off the feeling of being a Santoro.
"Why not hire a Santoro to do this job, Uncle?"
Mast Evon looks at the man who is questioning him for something like this. He sighs once again as he faces the man.
"Millard, why would I hire a Santoro when I know that you can do the job?"
Millard, the man dressed in black, chuckles as he shakes his head. If only he knew what his uncle is planning, he would've never said yes to him in the very first place.
"When I first read the script that you gave me, I never thought that I will be the one you will choose between me and my adopted brother. You are a smart old man."
Master Evon scoffs as he places his hand on the latter's shoulder and whispers to his ears.