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Chapter 73- Making Daddy Proud

Author: NIGHT OWL
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-28 16:37:28

The meeting room was colder than usual, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and made you hyper aware of every nerve in your body.

I sat stiffly in the leather chair, my design resting neatly in front of me, my hands clasped together on the table. Across from me, Mr De Vito lounged in his seat like he owned the entire goddamn world, one ankle resting casually on his knee, the picture of bored authority.

He hadn’t spoken much since we left the office.

He hadn’t needed to.

His presence said enough. It pressed down on me, heavy and relentless, a constant reminder of the dangerous game we were still playing.

The door to the meeting room opened, and every nerve in my body snapped taut.

I straightened instinctively, schooling my features into polite neutrality as a man in an expensive grey suit stepped inside.

Tall, with slicked-back dark hair and the kind of sharp, handsome face that screamed old-money Italy, he moved with smooth, quiet confidence. His dark eyes scanned the room be
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