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Chapter Hundred And Fifty

Penulis: Tracy Michaels
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-15 03:13:03

DELUCA

The jet landed quite quicker than expected and we all left, Elena and Lucas walked by my sides and my gaze kept glancing at Elena every now and then as we walked.

As the maids on the island resort took our belongings and we had to wait in the lobby for the event opener, I couldn't help but think.

I already have defensive measures taken up but I was still on edge and alert. Dante Morreti was unpredictable and also predictable at the same time. He was here to cause trouble and I knew this but how exactly was not something I had figured out and planned to during the duration of this event.

My eyes flashed with that of Elena who sat opposite of me with a champagne glass in her left palm and I could see that she had gone halfway through it which meant that she knew something was up.

"D-"

"Mr Deluca, what a pleasant surprise" Speak of the devil, Dante Morreti stepped towards me with arms stretched out for a handshake and my eyes zeroed in on it, I knew exactly what he was doing.

He
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