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Chapter 41 Mr. Buenavista

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Ares

My mother deliberately avoided my gaze, pulling her shoulders back as she let out a sharp, irritated huff.

"You still have the nerve to ask that," she said, her voice dropping to a low, warning hiss. "Your father was practically physically ill with rage. I haven't seen him that furious in years. When you face him in a moment, you will be on your absolute best behavior. Don't you dare start an argument."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and simply nodded.

If anyone had earned the right to d
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