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34 : Face Time

"Dammi il telefono."

The heck? He hadn't even gotten past the backdoor yet. And now this prick was already itching to snoop on his phone?

"Why?" Théo squinted at the guy with the slicked back hair and watchful eyes that looked as dark as his demeanor.

The guy had on a leather jacket and tight black jeans. Like every other henchman in a mafia flick. What a cliché.

It wasn't one of Anastasia's bodyguards. Probably her parents' head of security, or something, tasked with looking after the entire estate's security systems. "Cellulare. Per favore." The guy dared to take a step forward after glancing at his phone again.

The dude's grating voice was as authoritative as much as it annoyed Théo. The goon's breath smelled like an ashtray, and his aftershave just worsened the scent.

Théo gripped the phone and stared back at the guy. Of course the prick was just doing his job, and since he was the outsider here, Théo knew he had to cooperate. Otherwise he'd look like he was hiding something
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