Chapter 91 —Your daughter?

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Roman didn't react immediately. He just stared at her, his expression unreadable, his dark gaze fixed on her with a coldness that would make anyone tremble. But Miranda was not just anyone. She stood up calmly, adjusted her coat with an elegant movement, and gave him one last look, full of venom.

“You have exactly twenty-four hours, Roman.” He continued to watch her, unblinking, unmoving, as if analyzing every microexpression on her face. “Either you let me i