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Chapter 42: The Rival’s Dish
Author: ARGA27
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"Guised as sous-chefs with butcher knives tucked into their waistbands," Kanya snapped from the rafters, her voice dropping through the metal grating with the cold precision of a sniper locking a target. "Jaka, if those men so much as reach for a sidearm, I am dropping smoke and ending this farce before you even heat your pan."

"You will do no such thing, Kanya!" Jaka hissed back, his face flushing crimson as he aggressively slapped a heavy iron skillet onto the portable gas burner. "This is a
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