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Chapter 10: He Just Wants to Fuck

作者: Dreamer17
last update 最終更新日: 2025-02-10 16:47:23

Ricardo’s POV

Angelo leans forward. “Mr. Inzaghi, believe us. Your name was heard by all thirty-five girls. When we made calls to you, when some of the men we hired spoke about you—trust me, sir, they heard it.”

I study Inzaghi’s expression carefully. The old man is dangerous, more than people give him credit for. He’s seventy-three, but the years haven’t dulled his instincts. He listens to Angelo more than anyone else, which is why I let him do most of the talking. If we have any chance of getting out of this unscathed, it’s through him.

Angelo doesn’t hesitate. He knows hesitation is a death sentence in a room like this. “Think about it, sir. Even if it was our plan to implicate you, you have the senator on your payroll. If we had paid him to have his daughter testify against you, don’t you think you would’ve been the first to know?”

Inzaghi’s exhales through his nose, and his fingers tap against the table. “Perhaps you could’ve paid him more than I did.”

I let out a short
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