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qHearing that sent chills down Francesca's spine.

Will Danrique hand me over? After all, the negotiation is going well. Not only are they not going after him anymore, but they're also not going to interrupt his business here in the future. As a matter of fact, they're going to restrict Pastor from crossing Danrique again. Danrique has an upper hand now. As long as he hands me over, the market in Epea and Adrune will be his... Anyone would make the right choice at a time like this.

Unsurprisingly, Danrique fell silent.

Three seconds... Ten seconds... Twenty seconds went by, and he still did not speak.

Oh no, oh no. I'm doomed. This ungrateful b*stard's going to hand me over!

“Mr. Lindberg—”

“Sure,” Danrique finally said.

Francesca's heart lurched, and she balled her hands into fists. At that moment, she desperately wanted to dart over and strangle him to death.

“A wise man indeed, Mr. Lindberg.”

Danrique said, his words a sudden turn of events. “He has been provoking and taunting me again and again. How am

was rendered

for me. They're such loyal dogs, so how can I leave them be? That'll be too cruel of

dog! Your entire family's

was furiously gritting her teeth, but soon, she realized

out a tear or

so protective of him?” Roth fumed. “Is that dog more important than the entire

mine.” Danrique raised a brow. “I can call them

“You—”

had run out of patience. “Since you don't seem like you're sincere in this, there's no

assume that you can manipulate anyone just because this is

body shook. “Quit your arrogant act and open your eyes to the situation. You're on the losing side. With just one order from me, you and your men are going to be ridden

that so?” Danrique's lips curled. “Why don't you look up and find out who will

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