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Chapter 87

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Desmond slumped on his luxurious couch in his dimly lit living room, his eyes fixed on the large screen TV in keen anticipation as the news anchor's voice filled the room.

He stuffed his face with a handful of popcorn, chewing in relish, his cheeks moving comically.

"...CEO Diego Hunter apologized for his actions but refused to renounce his relationship with Freya, Desmond July's estranged wife."

Desmond's mouth fell open as he froze, a handful of popcorn suspended mid-air, his hand halted just inches from his lips. Then after a while of being stunned, he burst out into an intense fit of laughter, his body vibrating ridiculously.

He chuckled hard, accidentally spilling some popcorn on the floor, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Diego! How smart of you!” He exclaimed in between chuckles.

The TV showed footage of Diego's press conference where Diego spoke confidently, surrounded by the media frenzy.

Desmond carefully observed Diego's expression as he delivered his speech. He could s
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