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Chapter 89 A Mission
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Irritated, Christopher left the hotel after receiving a basic treatment from the Head Bellboy.

During the car ride, Christopher pounded the steering wheel, outraged by what he had seen.

He called Karl a r*pist, but it was very likely that things hadn't happened that way, right?

Luana had willingly taken that guy to her suite! What a shameless woman!

The car arrived at the Vasconcelos Mansion.

Christopher didn't even understand how he managed to arrive without causing a traffic accident. His mind was a confused fog.

Shaking his head, he entered the residence, taking a deep breath, hoping no one would notice a small mark near his lips.

When he stepped into the living room, he heard raised voices.

Maybe he should listen to what people were saying to distract his mind from the frustration he felt.

In the living room, Althea was seated in an armchair like a queen. Gilson and Claudia were harshly arguing with her. In Gilson's hand, there was a document.

"Mom, you need to stand fir
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