Chapter fourty two

Mr. Escobar, a seasoned individual in the tumultuous realm of business, found himself reflecting on the rollercoaster of his own professional journey as he leisurely sipped a glass of exquisite wine.

Seated comfortably on his plush sofa within the confines of his sprawling transparent glass house, which proudly stood as the largest residence in all of Mexico, he couldn't help but observe the news of Richard's untimely demise unfolding before him.

Amidst the flickering images on the television screen, Mr. Escobar couldn't resist a sardonic chuckle escaping his lips.

"Haha, lol, my condolences to his family," he remarked with a touch of mockery, the bitterness in his tone masked only by the rich taste of the wine lingering on his palate.

Meanwhile, in a parallel narrative, the shadow of Mike Duke loomed large as his mafia soldiers discreetly infiltrated the Mexican landscape.

With a calculated precision that mirrored the shrewdness of their leader, Mike's private jet gracefully ascen
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