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Nora Fatehi scoffed. "Not some business rival?"

Caesor frowned, his eyes narrowing behind his gold-rimmed glasses. "I feel like you have some deep-seated prejudice against me. Business rivals don't play games like this—it's not like I slept with someone's wife or kidnapped their kids. Who goes after you with deadly intent over business? Besides, New York City is Xavier Grayson's turf