CHAPTER 143: THE HOUSE OF CARDS

“Pick up… pick up…” Enzo muttered as he paced across the length of his office, phone pressed tight to his ear, his jaw clenched so hard it ached.

The phone only rang and rang before going to voicemail.

He cut the call immediately and dialed again but got the same result.

“Fuck,” he muttered, ...

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