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Did she know who was calling her? “I want to talk to you.” Texting her, Lucien Taylor sighed deeply. After a moment, a message dropped in the inbox. “Lucien.” Lucien Taylor quickly stopped the car. Looking at his name, he sighed in relief and typed a message quickly. “Pick up the call. Talk to me.” “I can’t.” “Why?” “I am fine, Lucien. We will talk later.” “Meesha, I want to talk to you now.” For a long time, there was no reply from the other end. Lucien Taylor held his forehead in panic. At least, she was fine. He started the engine and drove away. Meesha Kyle put the mobile phone on the desk beside the bed and tried to sit. But she couldn’t. She closed her eyes tightly and tears welled up from the corners of her eyes. She was living in hell. When she got ready to be a mistres