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GRAYSON

After the ambush, I wasted no time in taking action. Swiftly and decisively, I issued orders to my men, instructing them to track down Yza without delay. With a firm and commanding tone, I directed them to apprehend her and bring her directly to me, ensuring that there would be no chance for escape. My authority was unquestioned, and my determination to hold Yza accountable for her actions was resolute. The hunt had begun, and I was prepared to see it through to its end.

I shouldn't give Yza a second chance. From the very beginning, I knew I shouldn't have trusted her. She was nothing more than a pawn, someone they used to exploit my vulnerabilities, to try and break through the fortress I had built around my heart. It was a game they played, a sinister plot to unravel the cold-hearted person they perceived me to be.

The anger simmered within me, threatening to boil over, but I suppressed it with the icy control I was known for. My reputation as a cold-hearted mafia boss had b