Chapter 11 LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE

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My nerves went haywire, cheeks flushing red with panic. 

How was this even possible?

How the fuck did I not know I wasn't dealing with a mere second-generation billionaire, but a bloody third-generation mafia underboss?

He was a CEO of a reputable company, and no one knew he was livin...

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