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I was getting so angry that if I wanted, I would have choked this man right then and there by strangling his throat. He made my blood boil. I could hardly stop myself. After all, how dare he insult me ​​in front of everyone?

I kept glaring at him, narrowing my eyes. He gulped hard as if he was scared of me. Oh, Mr. Mathews, I know very well that you are kind of a certified actor. I ground my teeth, realizing he is acting as if literally scared of me.

Do not worry, now you are just acting. Now you are taking me lightly, but I swear Mr. Mathews, just let me marry you and come to your house, I will show you the real woman power.

Taking my eyes off his stupidly handsome face, I turned to Rayma who was smiling at me, scanning my gown.

“Did you like it?” She asks me. Her voice is sweet, unlike Zahir, who has only bitterness saved on his stupid tongue which moves unnecessarily.

“Yeah, it’s good.” I nod, smiling at her.

“Okay then,” she replies and turns to answer the lady. Sparing som