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His Dangerous Eyes

Penulis: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-05 16:04:22

Michael’s POV

The room felt colder than before.

Or maybe it was just the way Fernando was looking at me.

I stood in front of him, my body tensed, every nerve on high alert.

Something was wrong. I could see it in his eyes—the way they were darker, almost wild, as if something inside him was unraveling.

Thanks to my training as an FBI agent suited for the field, I could easily tell through the eyes of people when there was danger or an equivalent of it.

And sure enough, Fernando’s eyes were the same as the other vicious criminals i have gone against.

I had seen Fernando angry before. I had seen him ruthless, calculating, unpredictable.

But this… this was something else.

"Boss, I heard you wanted to see me" I said trying to make sure I sounded as innocent as possible.

There was still a big probability I have been called here to be punished for my behaviour during the meeting.

I swallowed hard, keeping my face neutral.

If Fernando was planning to punish me, I needed to tread carefull
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