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“You know what, Bashar? I am glad makeup has advanced so much that one looks entirely different,”

The hazel-eyed man smirked at his reflection.

“You shaved your beard, wore lenses, and did a nose job. How desperately are you attempting to change your looks?”

“As long as I am unrecognizable,” His smirk widened.

“Anyways, How are you planning to give your father redemption, Sir?”

Bashar asked Zoran who was wearing his contact lens, wrapping a muffler around his neck to conceal his mark too.

Inhaling sharply, he checked his reflection in the mirror, pleased with his looks, some concealed by surgery, some by makeup.

“I won’t, Bashar, someone else...