The Zettalillion son-in-law's revenge

Marthra

In the heart of Santos city, a luxurious meeting room exuded an air of opulence and sophistication.

From its floor-to-ceiling windows, the rhythmic dance of the bustling cityscape stretched out below, a tapestry of lights and movement.

The walls were adorned with elegant art pieces, accentuating the rich mahogany furniture that exuded a timeless charm.

Standing in the center of the room was Evan, his stance radiating an aura of authority, like a general surveying his domain.

Opposite Evan stood Lilliana, a fierce presence in her own right. Her regal posture and steely gaze betrayed no weakness, as if challenging him to a duel of wits.

In the dim light of the room, her features were cast in shadows, adding to the air of mystery that surrounded her.

Despite the elegance of the room, an undercurrent of tension was palpable.

As the seconds ticked by, the silence seemed to pulse with anticipation, awaiting the first strike of this silent battle.

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