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Chapter 897 Proud of Being a Boy Toy?
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Rodolfo lounged au naturel on his couch, a bucket of popcorn strategically placed between his legs, his uniform crumpled nearby instead of hanging neatly in the closet.

The apartment looked like the aftermath of a small tornado = clothes tossed around, plates on the coffee table, and the faint smell of body spray lingering in the air.

A notification pinged. He reached for his phone lazily and narrowed his eyes.

On the screen flashed a message from Claudia with a picture of her posing like a twenty-year-old seductress, her neckline plunging dangerously low.

The caption read: “All this is waiting for you tonight.”

Rodolfo snorted, unimpressed, and tossed the phone aside, turning his attention back to the television.

The latest episode of ‘Times of Glory’ was on, showing Jake heroically aiding the protagonist in an epic battle sequence.

“So that’s why people are setting cars on fire now?” he muttered. “Because of a TV show?”

His phone rang again. This time, his attitude changed completel
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