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2023-08-30 22:21:47Hello, Readers!
I am pleased to announce to you that we will be having book 2 of "The Mafia's Wildflower" starting this September!Yes, you heard it right! The most awaited continuation of this story will finally be released very, very soon! Stay Tuned!And so, with that being said, I hope you will continue supporting me and this story for we will unravel another story that would definitely blow our minds! Let us all await the unveiling story of our new set of characters!Should you have any questions or inquiries, do not forget to address it in the comment section. Thanks for supporting this book! And yes, your feedback on this book would be highly appreciated, so feel free to comment on it also and give honest reviews to help me motivate and improve my writing skills.Thanks again!
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