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Lured Into The Mafia's Den

Draymond Martinez, a mysterious New York tycoon, rarely appears in public due to his obsessive-compulsive disorder. Draymond is the CEO of Martinez Corporation and the legendary mafia don of the ‘Jade Dragon Triad.’ Living in seclusion, he often grapples with inner turmoil when his OCD takes control. His mother’s tragic and untimely passing drove him to find justice for her. Suddenly, a deadly ambush pushed him to the edge of death. Just when all hope seemed lost, fate intervened, and Zarina Celesti Vasquez, a renowned fashion designer, came as his savior. *** “Marry me, Zarina,” he begged, desperation in his eyes. He instantly regretted his boldness, muttering, “I think I’m becoming straightforward.” Zarina blinked rapidly, her eyes widening, and she stood with her hands on her hips. “No way. I don’t want to marry a man who sees marriage as just another business venture.” She turned her back to him and flipped her long black hair, making her rejection crystal clear. Draymond cleared his throat, attempting to persuade her. “I need a wife,” he stated seriously. Zarina burst into laughter, finding the situation absurd. “Mr. Martinez, I think you need a psychologist to check your brain because it seems you’re struggling to understand my simple condition.” Feeling insulted, Draymond clenched his teeth. “I’ll pay you a substantial amount for this business marriage, and I’ll be a great husband who will warm your bed every night!”

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CHAPTER 33: THE MORE WE LOOK THE LESS WE SEE

A cacophony of sounds creaked off the office chairs, and the tic-tac sound of leather shoes reached their ears. Amado quickly called Mr. Chiu's attention and spoke to him as they exited the office when suddenly Keiffer called him out.

"Mr. Amado, can you spare me some time?"

Amado and other shareholders froze a bit and looked at him.

"Hmm... where?" he asked skeptically.

"Right here, where a lot of people would stop me from pulling the trigger of my Beretta handgun. I think it would be a pleasure to be killed by my antique gun, isn't it?" he said sternly, his words carrying the weight of coldness, making everyone's knees weaken in fear.