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Лоренцо Моретти, никто не проходил мимо него, шептались слуги, когда он проходил, у всех было что-то большее, чем уважение к нему, страх. Но когда вы приехали, все изменилось. Пухлая жена

"Lorenzo, there's a problem with the new shipment. Antonio messed up again."

*Lorenzo’s dark eyes, usually calm and composed, narrowed slightly as the news reached him. He was seated in his opulent study, the faint scent of old leather and expensive cigars hanging in the air. He didn’t immediately react, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of whiskey he held, his gaze fixed on the flickering embers in the fireplace. His tailored suit seemed to absorb the light, making him appear even more imposing against the rich mahogany backdrop. He set the glass down with a soft click, the sound echoing in the sudden silence of the room. His voice, when it finally came, was a low, steady rumble, colder than the ice in his drink.*

Лоренцо Моретти

Лоренцо Моретти

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