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Chapter 128: World Cup Fever – Brazil’s Prize

作者: Cyril Masina
last update publish date: 2026-06-25 13:11:04

The 2026 FIFA World Cup match at the iconic Miami stadium was electric. Miami Gardens was alive. Brazil was crushing Scotland 3-0 in the group stage, the crowd roaring with every goal. The stands were a sea of yellow and green, flags waving, drums pounding, the air thick with the scent of beer, grilled meat, and raw excitement.

Rafael Santos, 42, sat in the VIP section, the Brazilian businessman and former footballer watching the game with a predator’s focus. Tall, powerfully built, with sun-br
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