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CHAPTER 17: FUCKING RICH

NAYA’S POV

When the car reached the front gate, we were checked in by security who smiled heartily at Manuel — dude was so popular! Gosh! Past the security, who made a show of checking underneath the car for bombs. Anyways, Manuel shook hands with one of them and I didn’t miss the green paper that changed hands.

The car drove past the checkpoint, moving past card and I waited for us to settle into the parking area. Except we didn’t. The driver kept driving towards the building and I felt my chest tightening.

What happens now? What if security called us for trespassing? Would the trip to the Maldives be cancelled? I was looking forward to this! Why is the driver acting like he’s some brainless twat? This isn’t how it happens in the movies! The driver’s don’t drive like they’re going mad!

Looking over to Talon, I saw his eyes buried in his iPad as he relaxed into the passenger seat of the Mazda CX-5 we were crushing along in, looking as handsome as ever. What was wrong with him? Why wa
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