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2024-10-13 07:02:18Stevenson’s POV
I turned sharply when I heard the cold voice behind me, and there he was—Caspian.Caspian wore all black—black jacket, black shirt, and dark jeans. His black cap covered the upper part of his face, making him look like a spy or something. Seeing him instantly soured my mood."What the hell are you doing here?" I snapped sharply at him, annoyed by his presence.Shepherd, sitting beside me, looked confused."What's going on?" he asked, but I didn’t bother answering him. My focus was locked on Caspian, and whatever nonsense he was about to pull."If you know what's good for you," Caspian said calmly, stepping closer, "you'll return those shares Fiona transferred to you."I glared at him and couldn’t help but laugh mockingly. "Oh, Fiona has already told you? That's very good. At least you should know the price she paid for your sorry ass. As for returning those shares," I looked him dead in the eye and declaredRelated chapters
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