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Meanwhile, Armando gazed at his drink on the table, he thought of what Luca said and scoffed.

"Never loyal." And with that, he grabbed it and took a sip of the whiskey loving how it burned at his throat. Just then, a girl in an all-black spaghetti dress sat next to him. Armando caught sight of the girl and couldn't help but think she was oddly familiar.

She smirked knowingly as she saw how drunk he was and leaned in closer. "Nice to see you again, Master Armando." She whispered in a hoarse seductive tone. He recognized that voice anywhere, it was Anna.

He had sent her off to deal with their Mitchell bitch problem and seeing that she is back, it only means that she had already completed her mission. Armando turned to face his drink. A few minutes later, she leaned in again. "The Mitchell problem is all done but I've missed being in your bed, Master Armando. Please can I have my reward now?"

Armando gazed at her legs with his peripheral vision and turned away. "I've been a good girl ma