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Chapter 430 Mark Shares His Thoughts
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Mark smirked, knowing he had finally captured Lawrence’s full attention.

“Do you understand the gravity of the situation now?” he pressed.

Lawrence exhaled, his expression hardening. “Why wasn’t that lunatic reported to the police?”

Mark’s gaze darkened slightly. “Back then, I was just a janitor at Glamour, dismissed by everyone—until I met Briana.”

“You met her after the incident?”

“Yes… and we fell in love.”

Lawrence seemed lost in thought for a moment before realizing he was still holding his lighter. Before it burned his fingers, he tucked it away and placed the cigar between his lips, taking a long, deliberate drag.

With the grace of an old Hollywood actor, he exhaled a swirl of smoke, watching Mark carefully.

“After marrying Briana, you gained recognition and enough power to put that bastard behind bars,” Lawrence pointed out. “Why didn’t you, Mr. Ferro?”

Mark’s expression remained unreadable. “He disappeared from our lives. He was no longer a threat. His son, Adrian Curtis, con
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