96 — LUCAS, THE WICKED.

Miguel stared at Antonio in shock.

“Wait… you really made these?”

Antonio shrugged.

“What? I don’t look like someone who attended the most prestigious catering school in Paris and graduated top of his class? I don’t look like someone who has handled catering jobs for Presidents and Prime ministers?

I don’t look like someone who once owned Dedos Magicos?”

Miguel’s eyes widened even further with every single sentence that Antonio spoke.

“You once owned this place?”

He lowered his gaze. “Yes. Dedos Magicos was originally mine. Let’s just say my father made some really bad decisions before he decided to take his own life, and his greedy brother saw the avenue to pounce… and pounce he did.”

Miguel was confused.

“Hold on, start from the beginning, please. What really happened here?”

Antonio gave him a hard stare.

“Do you want the short version or the long version?”

“The short version, please. I don’t have a lot of time.”

“Well, Antonio’s father and mine were always at loggerheads. Antoni
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