Chapter 75: Hunt down like a lost puppy

In the dark portion of the balcony, she found him, standing alone by the baluster. He was probably taking a breather from the loud noise and the maddening crowd.

In his left hand, he held his favorite tobacco, unlit, lazily tucked between his fingers. On his right, nestled a half-filled champagne flute, cold, bubbly, and sweet.

Ironically, for such a powerful and dangerous man, he never dared to light his cigarette, seemingly afraid of the repercussions that might follow.

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