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TWENTY

Talia opened the door and stepped out, with Leo right behind her. Marco’s piercing eyes locked onto her, but she refused to show any sign of fear.

“Boss, I tried—” Greg stammered, attempting to explain, but Leo raised a hand, silencing him.

“It’s fine, Greg. We were only talking business,” Leo said calmly, his gaze never leaving Marco.

“Marco, have you arranged the handover of Malia’s responsibilities to the supervisor?” Leo asked, his voice firm.

Marco smirked, ignoring the question. “Leo, I have something to discuss with Talia,” he said.

Leo chuckled softly. “Oh? Can’t you discuss it here if it’s business? Or is it something that shouldn’t be heard by others?” His words were sharp, a challenge lingering in the air.

Marco’s smirk faded as he grabbed Talia’s hand, but she quickly shook it off.

“Don’t touch me. I can walk on my own,” she snapped. Marco nodded, steppi