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Two hours later, a land rover that covered in dust pulled over by the entrance of the neighbourhood.

The voluptuous Patrice extended her ravishing long legs out of the rover. A pair of scarlet red high-heeled shoes and sexy black stockings stepped onto the ground. Swaying her perky buttocks, she sauntered to the security guard. Her outfit was truly blazing, to phrase it crudely, in order to glimpse her underwear, one needed to viciously pry apart her ample butt cheeks...

As usual, she surfaced alone. Plague was nowhere in sight but concealed somewhere in the darkness. This venomous hearted summoner with a girly voice never showed herself, even during operations, she remained noiseless and furtive like a bat.

Strangely, the loyal and disciplined security guard that was stationed by the entrance was nowhere to be seen. Instead, one of those brats from the night shift was still present and was currently lying on the desk, probably dozing off from the weariness of the night.