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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 139: STALKER

As they approached from behind, the screen flashed with camera footage of the woman who entered the private room and sat beside him that night. Keno then zoomed out the footage to the woman who approached him that night. 

"Hmm… stalker," Keiffer murmured.

Startled, Keno flinched and almost jumped off from his seat. His hand panicky closed his laptop forcefully, an action he had never done in his entire life. Keno cherished his laptop, treating it as his son or daughter, but today he had just slapped it with one hand forcefully. That could only mean something was fishy.

"Fuck it! Why are you there on my back like gossip mongers thirsty for rumors? Both of you look like chameleons," Keno exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice.

Clutching his chest, Keno yelled.

"Why did you close your laptop? Are you hiding something?" Drew mused with a doubtful stare.