"There will always be a chance for widowhood."
Victor remained silent after hearing this, damn!
He definitely wasn't fully awake, this was absolutely ridiculous.
He looked at Casare with that "lickspittle" expression, his eyelids twitching, and said earnestly, "Don't mess around!"
"Boss, look at what you're saying, I'm not that kind of person, but there's something about her that attracts me, her stubbornness and defiance are terrifying."
"Alright, alright…"
Victor hastily reached out to block him from saying more, picking the half-smoked cigarette from the ashtray and placing it back in his mouth, his expression growing serious.
"Casare, we're brothers, Lady Kalami has passed away, but I feel it's my duty to look after your life, right?"
Fat Casare saw the boss's expression, opened his mouth, but eventually nodded.
Victor had to sort out his lifelong matters for him.
It couldn't be messed up because of issues with women…
History was full of men who died over women.
