Inside the restaurant where she had made her appointment with Fabian, as usual, the most privacy was chosen. She knew who she was dealing with. He had already lost, he didn't want to do much, because he knew who would be affected first.His steps paced back and forth in the room where the large table was already filled with food. There was no dish that was not appetizing. Everything he wanted to devour but couldn't. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but his heart was still not at ease before the conversation between him and Fabian took place.Not long after, there was a knock on the door. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Sir," he greeted immediately. In less than a split second, his gaze immediately lowered. Not out of fear but Fabian's intimidating aura really made his guts shrink."Don't waste my time, Geno." Fabian entered the room just now and immediately pulled out one of the chairs. "Please, Olive," he said in a soft tone. "Um... I think Geno wants to party.
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