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Chapter 91: Street Mission

Author: Lashes
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-17 23:19:57

Juan made a decision that he was going to go to that place all by himself. The street thug was kept at the safe house, and after that, Juan got back home. He met Arya in the living room, reading a book and sipping a cup of coffee. Donatella was there while reading a book, and Dante was in the living room, discussing something with his daughter, who was not even listening to him.

“You’re back,” Dante said, standing up.

“Yes."

"So what’s the update? What’s the progress? I heard what happened at… the club.”

“Well, it’s sorted temporarily. There are still damages we need to sort out, but not now. I, on the other hand, have somewhere to be,” Juan said.

“Oh, where is that?”

“Giuseppe’s hideout may have been found,” Juan told him.

Stepping closer into the living room, he stood in front of Arya and lifted her chin up.

“Mio Angelo,” he commented. “How do you feel?”

“I’m fine,” she said nervously, removing his hand slowly from her face.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked her.

“Yes, I’m sure,”
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