Chapter 95

Asher fell silent.

He opened the drawer of his bedside table, took out a cigar, and lit it with a lighter.

Asher's long fingers were holding the cigar, and amidst the smoke, his handsome face was cold and his eyebrows were furrowed, showing faint sadness.

The cigar was glimmering. It was not until t...

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