Chapter 67 Jamal Might Be Dead

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Victor leaned back in his leather chair, the rich scent of whiskey swirling in the air, his fingers lazily grazing the rim of his glass.

A smug smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he skimmed the reports before him, another successful round of dirty deals, the...

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