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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

GINEVRA

I sat in my limo, my legs thrown on the leather seat while I watched the little drama I orchestrated unfold.

The drone was activated almost immediately and I logged unto the server. The first image which came to light was Theresa's mother, shopping in an exquisite store, her lips stretched wide in a grin like a child handed a cotton candy.

My eyes had rolled to the back of my head at the sight.

She had no right to be happy. Anyone who was related to Theresa Mattia had no right wearing smiles on their faces.

They deserved to suffer.

"Do it where people can see." I ordered through clenched teeth.

"Is that how much you hate this Theresa girl?" Paulo had asked, and I could tell by his tone that he was trying to make a joke.

"Of course, she hates her, Theresa is trying to take away her little play thing after all." Dominico dragged out the joke.

I cleared my throat. “She’s responsible for Cyrus’s death.”

Harley’s chuckle resonated. “Or maybe she’s tryna sit on your m
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