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Omarion raised his head, holding his briefcase tight to walk straight into his office. There and then, his eyes fell on Isis Talon. He drew a halt as well and nearly smiled. Moreover, she was the reason for his haste. They stared at each other directly without even blinking their eyelids. Omarion felt a cold adrenaline rush through his veins. He held onto his briefcase, his eyes piercing through Isis’s. Her beautiful hazel eyes made his heart fluster in a way he had never felt before. Madam Louisiana’s words came alive in his brain.

“She is so pretty…Everything about her is beautiful…” her voice echoed in his head. Omarion couldn’t agree less. Her eyes were so charming that even if he had wanted to turn away, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Truly, Isis was pretty. Meanwhile, she stood there, her limbs getting sweaty and her body almost shivering. Truth is, she felt a cold air freeze her legs making her body stiff and unable to move. As hard as it was for Isis, she also couldn’t