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He walks though the front entrance in the hotel, walking towards the couch you sit, with a stern and cold expression on his face.
"Are you Monsieur De Papillon's son, sir?"
He walks though the front entrance in the hotel, walking towards the couch you sit, with a stern and cold expression on his face.
"Are you Monsieur De Papillon's son, sir?"