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Choosing myself
MadlainQThank you for reading another chapter 🥰 I hope that you'll keep reading because the story is about to end ❤️ I hope you don't mind that the next chapter is going to reveal Aren's point of view... 😁
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Monique and Marco saved my life again, taking care of the cleaning and bringing the order upstairs in a brand-new un-messed-up version. Certainly not that any of them would ever let me forget what had happened. Glancing at the upper floor, I could see that with me gone, Mr. Lan acted composedly-slash-indifferently or even politely! What the hell was his problem anyway?! I stayed put behind the counter, waiting for all three businessmen to leave. I treated it like my personal bunker, keeping me safe from any nuclear reaction that this black-haired man could induce within me. I could breathe again only when the door closed behind him. I crawled out of my hiding place and started wiping the tables, preparing them for another tourist attack. Monique walked over to me with a mischievous smirk. "Here," she said, giving me a hundred-dollar bill. "What's this?" I asked, dumbfounded. "Mr. Lan said that I should give you this. He said that you should buy yourself some good ointment for the h
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