MR BILLIONAIRE’S REGRET
“That's the reason I need to be in their lives, Sierra, I can't afford to lose them, I need to be there to protect them.”
“You know,” I cleared my throat, “it's not only the mafia, the detective suspects Carl.”
“Carl?” He sounded shocked, exactly the reaction I wanted him to give me.
“Yes, he's the one who has been sending the notes, do you know him?” I wanted to confirm the detective's theory. He scratched his forehead. “You have to tell me where we can find him, Damian, this is serious.” I lowered my voice. The waitress then came back with our cups of coffee. I thanked her, and then she excused herself.
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