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Chapter 44 The Braz Social Club
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The Braz Social Club stood as a beacon of exclusivity in Braspolis, its grandeur drawing in the city's elite.

Tonight, under the cloak of darkness, Mark, Briana, and Luana approached its gates, lured by the promise of a reunion party organized by Briana's college friends eager to reconnect with Luana.

As they entered, their eyes caught sight of an unexpected spectacle: two men engaged in a fencing match. Luana, always quick-witted, remarked on the scene.

"Look, some people are already having fun! Though that one seems a bit out of shape," she quipped.

Briana followed her gaze. "Maybe, but he's doing pretty well."

They proceeded into the main hall where the festivities were in full swing.

Former college classmates warmly embraced Luana, seizing the opportunity to catch up with Briana too.

Mark lingered a few steps behind, quietly observing.

Would there be tactless individuals here, eager to undermine his wife in his presence?

Instinctively, he felt for his phone in his pocket, a small
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