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“What if Apollo will come here?” I poked Becca and asked. However, she was too busy chit-chatting with the blonde-haired man beside her.
I heaved a deep sigh and glanced at the crowd. The club is too lively as the loud flirtatious music roared inside.
I poked Becca again and this time, I caught her attention. “What?” she asked as if pissed because I’m interrupting her flirt session with the guy.
I arched my brow and sighed after. “I’m gonna find the restroom,” I uttered and flashed a weak smile.
“Okay,” she replied.
Great! Seems like she’s too entertained and was enjoying the night. I shook my head and get down from the stool and started to find my way to the club restroom.
I was praying that I won’t bump into any person that is related to Apollo. Gosh, what if I will cross wit
