SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sly's face turned smug, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Hello, friend," he said, smirking, and Shawn stared at him.
"Maybe I have given you enough access to my office that's why you can barge in like that," Shawn said, his tone turned dry, his eyebrows raising.
Sly's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, come on, you should get used to me now," he said, and then ordered his men to drop the briefcases on the table in front of Shawn, which they did. "Open the box," he said, and the two boxes were opened, containing a large amount of money. Shawn's eyes scanned the money, his face disinterested.
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