THE MAFIA'S PRISONER
"You think you can do better?"
I huffed, stepping forward before I could even think twice. "Move."
For a second, he didn't budge. But then, amusement flickered in his eyes, and he leaned back slightly, gesturing for me to go ahead.
I crouched beside the table, surveying the mess he made. "Ang gulo ng pagkakaayos mo," I muttered, pulling out a badly placed tulip. "Walang balance, walang harmony—seriously, are you just shoving them in randomly?"
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