CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONEFor a few seconds, the middle-aged man remained silent.He had seen a version of Dante that he was not expecting.Right from the moment Dante opened the door, he had noticed his aura, but it didn’t seem as though it was as intense as it was the moment he saw his chest moving up and down, evidence of the anger fuming inside him.“Are you going to tell me why you are here or do I have to beat it out of you?!” Dante was finally losing his patience, staring into the man’s eyes with fire burning in his orbs.This left a sudden reaction inside the middle-aged man, but he was very quick to get a grip on himself, swearing not to be intimidated by someone young enough to be his son. “My name is Dennis Peterson.” He said calmly, but because he had not said anything meaningful, Dante was still staring silently at him with curiosity etched all over his face.“I was sent by my boss to tell you to leave this building.” Dennis blurted, leaving Dante stunned.For a few seconds, t

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREEDennis was taken aback by the words he heard from Mira.For a few seconds, he stared at her, waiting for the moment when she was going to take back her words, but she never did.Instead, she kept on glaring at him like he had become her greatest enemy.“How do you know this man?” Dennis broke the silence, holding onto his peskiness.“He is my husband,” Mira said proudly, and even with the reaction he got from the middle-aged man, he still insisted on holding onto her words.“Why are you here? What’s the issue? You were banging so hard on the door.”“That’s right,” Dennis nodded, and then he pointed to Dante with a wry smile.“Your husband is a thief, Miss Mira. He stole what belongs to another.”Mira scoffed, and then she turned to Dante with wide eyes.“What’s this man talking about?” She asked, but Dante wasn’t sure of where to begin the explanation.“Go ahead! Tell her!” Dennis sneered, pointing to the paper Dante was holding.“Tell her how you connived with s

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE“I am sure you heard me the first time.” Dante retorted, taking a deep breath.“Just one hit, and I am all yours. You can decide to do whatever you want with me.” He spread his arms with a wry smile, looking from one man to the next.The three men standing next to Dennis turned to him, expecting him to give the order at once, but it seemed that the middle-aged man was too stunned to even say a word, staring at Dante with wide eyes.“Boss? What are we waiting for? We should beat him up!” One of the men suggested, and the others nodded in agreement, glaring at Dante.“Give the order, and we will teach him not to run his mouth. He has a lot of confidence for only one man.” Another added, pointing his baton at Dante.“You are going down, boy!” He threatened, his eyes sparking with disdain.Dante sniggered, pointing to the baton. “With that?” He inquired, ridicule laced in his tone.“Come on, boys!” He huffed, shaking his head slowly.“You can do better. I find it very

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN“Are you okay?!” Mira asked, looking around Dante..When she was convinced that there was not even a single scratch on his body, she sighed heavily, and then she finally let go of him.“Are they gone?” She asked, struggling with the urge to check for herself.“They are gone, Mira.” Dante assured, holding her back.Mira took a deep breath, and then she cleared her throat, attempting to get a hold on herself.“I am so glad that they didn’t hurt you.” She whispered, causing Dante to scoff.“What are we going to do?” She asked after a few seconds, looking Dante desperately in the eyes.“We are going to do nothing.” Dante said casually, and then he walked up to a couch and sat down, leaning backward and resting his back on the cozy cushion.Mira stared at him for a while, her brows hanging above her wide eyes.“What do you mean by we are going to do nothing?” She pushed toward Dante and stood before him, looking down at him.“Are we supposed to just sit down and wait

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE“How have you been, Mira?” Ben asked, but it didn’t sound as though he cared about Mira, his voice dripping with so much ridicule.Mira took a deep breath, but when she thought that she was going to be finally able to speak, she seemed to have lost her voice, struggling to produce a sound.“Hello, Mira! Are you there?!” Ben’s returned, instilling more tension into her system.She still didn’t want to speak, bur Dante urged her to do so, taking his eyes off the screen for only a brief moment.Mira sighed heavily, and then she cleared her throat, returning her eyes to the screen of the phone she was holding.“What do you want, Ben? You never called me ever since I was labeled a monster because of my face.”“That’s because I never thought that your beauty was going to return to you, Mira.” Ben’s voice was reeking of so much disregard, seeming to have every other thing but shame and remorse.“Did you expect me to come after someone who was as ugly as you were?” He as