“Mr. Vitale, I am very sorry for what my boys did. They didn’t know who you are. Please, pardon them,” the chief officer pleaded, palms pressed together nervously while Jairo sat across from him with his legs crossed, calm yet intimidating.The officer who had cuffed Jairo stood in the corner, stiff, his face etched with confusion as he watched the scene unfold. His boss gave him a sharp signal to step forward and apologize, but the man hesitated. Who the hell was this criminal that even his boss was begging him?“Come forward, Jeff!” the chief officer barked, losing patience. He yanked the officer closer, nearly slamming his head on the desk before forcing him down to his knees in front of Jairo.Jairo’s lazy eyes flicked over the man kneeling before him. Beneath that calm look, there was fire — pride, anger, resistance — but Jairo’s face didn’t change. He leaned forward slowly, his movements measured.The chief officer gulped hard, his heart pounding. Fifteen years in service, he ha
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-09-30 Baca selengkapnya