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Vian and Altaf sat opposite each other. Vian made an appointment at a restaurant that provided a private room so that if he lost control, no one would see their show.

Altaf sat in his haughty manner, looking at Vian with his piercing gaze. Likewise with Vian, who since the man's arrival has never relaxed his sharp gaze.

"I've got a small 'gift' from you," said Altaf breaking the tense atmosphere.

"How? Do you like it? Or are you so dissatisfied that you want a much bigger 'gift'." Vivian smiled disdainfully. There was a hint of threat in the man's smile.

"A bigger prize?" Altaf pretended to weigh. "How about your divorce? That would be a great gift for me." The man smirked.