Chapter 98
Author: Jay Chula
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"Meet me at the Intercontinental Lounge by 8 pm. I have some important news for you," Tyler meticulously read the contents of the paper that Fiorenza had discreetly handed him. As he settled into the plush chair within the lavishly decorated Intercontinental Lounge, the soft jazz band in the corner of the room set a soothing tone, their saxophone's mellifluous notes harmonizing with the ambient hum of conversation.

Earlier, he had collected the mysterious letter from the post office after a cryptic discussion with Andrea. The enigmatic nature of the message had compelled him to this rendezvous. The lounge was a microcosm of life's celebrations; people clinked crystal glasses, laughter danced through the air, and the gentle flicker of candlelight lent an air of intrigue to the surroundings. The dark mahogany woodwork of the lounge's interior, combined with the subtle fragrance of fresh flowers on each table, gave the setting an aura of sophistication.

Tyler leaned back in his seat, sca
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