"Hush, let me handle this."

Raymond snapped, a stark shift from the warmth you once shared during your visits.

Since becoming a mafia boss, his affection had dwindled, with only a few words spoken to you each day.

The company appeared ordinary by day but turned into a hub for illicit activities at night.

After the call, he furrowed his brows and told you,

"I'm busy, just message me."