AUTHOR'S POVAndres's convoy rolled through the towering gates of the Ricardo's estate.One of the guards, a burly man named Marco, rushed ahead and swung open the grand oak door with a respectful nod.Andres stepped out, adjusting his sleeve cuff with his usual arrogant composure.Before he could even cross the threshold, Damon appeared at the entrance. In his hand, a black pistol was aimed directly at Andres's chest.Andres froze mid-step, surprise flashing across his face—then he pushed it aside and smirked."Damon? What the hell is this? Have you lost your mind? If you're planning to avenge your boyfriend, do it in secret—not inside my domain!"Damon's lips curled into a mocking sneer, his finger steady on the trigger."Lost my mind? I should be asking you that, you piece of shit. You really thought you could just stroll back into this Estate like nothing happened?"Piece of shit? Did he just call me a piece of shit? Andres thought in awe."I am tired of this circus show. Someone
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