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LXIX. Mess With The Arrangement
Why does in every movement in her life, Essi has always been there? Her name sticks on to her decisions like a cursed Kanji paper that invites every little thing that is opposite to prosperity. While Marika silently dislikes Ethan Antares, that doesn't meant that she was not considering her father's plans. She was done at Oneil and has thrown him away from her plans --or at least as how she had persuaded herself. She implanted an assurance that at Oneil's knowledge of how many enemies he has, he might rather come back to her than rely to the timid, feeble, goodish-girl like Essi. Marika had been enjoying some days of her life without thinking of Oneil and Essi. And yet, they came again to her, especially Essi because of the man in front of him who seemed all to blind to recognize that Essi has no beautiful soul.
"You like her?" Marika scoffed at Ethan. "You're making your enemies get easily pull you out of the match."
"Essi is not my enemy. Maybe dad's. But I like he
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