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“I think you are mistaken but I don’t know anything about the mafian world and neither does my father. You must have confused him with someone else?” Daxon says, he doesn’t allow the accusation to fly.

“Isn’t your father Christopher Winter?” Austin says, crossing his legs and maintains a good eye contact with Daxon.

“Yes, a legitimate business owner who isn’t a mafia king or ruler of your mafian world. I hope this is the last time you mention this to me.” Daxon replies, his face and voice is resolute.

The restaurant is a stage of tension and competition, charged with an electric aura that's palpable to anyone who passes them. Dimly lit, it is an intense showdown between two powerful men seated at opposite ends of a lavishly set table.

“I can’t apologize for something that is true, Daxon Winter. You probably have no idea about it yet. If I were you, I would ask my father and if he tells you that I’m mistaken…I will apologize for mistaking you for someone else.”

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