I carefully pieced together the details in my head, and finally figured out why I didn't recognize Bastian at first.He always wore sunglasses, deliberately hiding his childhood edge. He disguised himself flawlessly as a mafia boss. So much so that before that night in the VIP booth, I failed to connect him as Knox's underground ally.I narrowed my eyes, scrutinizing Knox's stoic face. A far more absurd thought flashed into my mind. "Did you already know I liked you?"The room went quiet for a few seconds. He replied in a low voice, "I knew."At this moment, I felt like a fool.Knox had never been a slow person. He took over half the family's businesses in his teens, and redrew the power map of the outer districts in his early twenties.Every woman in the past who tried to use her body to get close to him, he could sharply detect and mercilessly reject.With a brain like that, how could he not see through the feelings of a girl who hovered around him every single day?He just never bro
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