Chapter 315 He found himself, before he could answer, taking Luciano’s pistol—thrust out to him by Ines as if to say “hold this”—and accepting it, flustered, like one of her attendants. “And we need a doctor.” “Ah—Mario, Mario over there is a doctor!” “Call him.” Her gaze, which had not spared a single look for the man killed by her...
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