Chapter 67
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As the night wore on, news of the police raid at the bar spread like wildfire, leaving the whole Smart City in shock. The headlines were filled with sensational stories about the Hills family, the Millen family, and the scandalous activities that unfolded at the bar.

The citizens of Smart City were astounded to learn that Victor Hills, the eldest son of the Hills family and the heir to the prestigious Hills Company, had been arrested for drug distribution and running an illegal operation at the bar. The revelation sent shockwaves through the city, as the Hills family had always been well-respected and held in high regard due to their long-standing reputation in the business world.

But the bombshell didn't end there. The news also reported that Georgia Millen, Victor's ex-wife and the youngest daughter of the Millen family, had been handcuffed alongside Victor after being found in illicit activities at the bar. This added even more drama to the scandal, as the Millen family had recent
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