Javad de Venta was cladded in his black raincoat that swirl atop his boots and he marched into the house of Vicente Rodrigo. " I would like to see Vicente," He said to the butler who had run to meet him. The Butler was shocked at his choice of words. " Who would dare call the master of this house by his name alone? " He mutters to himself as he left to call unto Vicente who has already gone to bed that night. Javad stood still, beside the window and waited. After some minutes the man with white beared walked into the living room. Vicente Rodrigo. A drug lord who is into the ungodly business since he is born. " Hey, who are you? " The older man asked but before Javad could reply his eyes caught the sight of Miran. His heart leap to his throat when he saw the lady who was supposed to be his wife cleaning the floor. That moment Alejandro, the son of Vicente decided to walk into the room. He bypassed Miran and reached out to molest her just like always. The lady try to wriggle fr
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