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Marco walked back to his private jet after dealing with a few individuals who would now pay for what they had done to him. He sat down and leaned back.

"Sir, you should rest. For today, we'll return to the hotel and handle the rest tomorrow," Pedro suggested, causing Marco to look at his subordinate.

"No, especially with what we still have to resolve. I want all of this to be over as soon as possible. I really need to meet Letta," Marco said, his last words sounding like a whisper, indicating how much he needed his wife.

"But if Sir insists, your condition won't be good," Pedro expressed concern about his boss's well-being.

"It's not the first or second time you've seen this, is it? Have you ever seen me relax when there are problems I face?" Marco retorted, leaving Pedro silent.

"But everything can be continued tomorrow, Sir. We just need to handle the remaining matters in Chicago," Pedro suggested again.

"What about the others?" Marco inquired.

"It seems the news that has circulated