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Setting the Trap
Antonio’s POV
I leaned back in the soft leather chair, sipping my drink and letting the warmth of the whiskey burn gently as it went down. The slow music playing in the background made the whole atmosphere relaxed.This private club was as luxurious as it was exclusive—a place where people like me could unwind and take care of business without anyone watching. I'd been using it since I came to this city to arrange private meetings with people and also to enjoy and relax my nerves.Tonight was different, though. I was in an unusually good mood. Guess who was with me, enjoying their drinks? Would anyone even believe they would be here with me?It was none other than Mr. Shepherd, Stevenson’s most trusted friend, and Mr. Ryan, Stevenson's most trusted lawyer. Both men had played their parts perfectly, and I was very pleased that I could get them to work for me.The two most important people Stevenson relied so much on. Who said money couldn'Related chapters
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