Chapter 94
Author: Jay Chula
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Tyler was in his room, deeply ensconced in his thoughts, the weight of his predicament pressing down on him like an oppressive fog. And when I say "his room," I'm talking about the one tucked away in a charming corner of Milan, Italy. It was a room that bore witness to countless stories and whispered secrets, a room that had witnessed his laughter, tears, and all the moments that had shaped him into the man he was today.

Tyler had returned to the grand mansion in Milan, his footsteps echoing through the vast corridors. The mansion was a labyrinth of memories, and each creak of the aged wooden floors seemed to resonate with the echoes of time. He had come back here on Lady Guila's insistent instruction, a debt hanging over him like a dark storm cloud threatening to unleash its fury. He knew that Lady Guila was not one to make idle threats; her resolve was as unyielding as the Italian Alps that surrounded this opulent estate.

As he stood at the threshold of his room, Tyler's mind became
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