Somewhere Between Love and Revenge

y room, his legs crossed on the table, a mug of coffee in h

its contents, his e

ng slightly on the wooden desk. With a sigh, he set the cof

ono was involved

dy stiffen

ury. The doctors say he

ed. His expression remained compo

dy voice tone, intentionally m

t to you rig

aring at the screen for a moment

nscious in a hospital bed. He inhaled deeply, letting o

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air, his hands tucked into his pockets. His personal assis

Anton asked, his tone c

eived a call from the hospital

ened. "What has t

sir. There are

y. "Tell them to conduct a thoroug

s,

the hospital building. "And lest I forget, transfer Mr. Bono from

stood,

is eye. A woman in black baggy pants and an oversized black pol

exuding confidence in every step. She stopped a few feet ahead, speaking

thing about her demeanor-her long and confident strides, the nonchalance written

r direction, he got into

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the world, her hands tucked into her pants pockets. She mov

ld me I'd find you here," she said, tilting her head. "So, wha

omfortably. "Tiff

a brow. "Wh

e said quietly. "She a

yes. "I never knew you wer

d. "Well, no

et out o

what

and pulled him along with little effort, not

ation. "You really hav

smir

ot' to do, yo

us glint appeared in her eyes; o