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Chapter Thirty

Harlow's POV

"If she uses charms on me, why not invent your own charms so you can use them on me too?" Marc asked with a scrunched up look on his face while I suppressed the urge to burst into laughter.

"And why is your room looking scattered?" He asked again and there was a big frown displayed on his face.

I became dumbfounded because I don't know what to tell him and cooking up a lie wouldn't solve the case so I decided to remain mute and act coy.

I didn't want to say anything but the moment Blair made to talk, I was forced to say something.

"Rona, scattered my room claiming there is a charm in here." I replied with enthusiasm.

Marc looked so dangerous, dreadful and scary now as he stared at Rona who was already quivering, with bloodlust.

"When will your madness stop!!! Do I have to slit your throat before you get to put yourself together? How stupid can you be?"Marc barked, I don't think I've ever seen him this angry before.

"It's nothing, you know that right? I can just clean it
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