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Lance smiles slightly. Suddenly and mischievously, he loosens his hold on her. Terrified by the thought of a sudden fall, she instinctively throws her arms around his neck. He smiles again and effortlessly tightens his grasp. She realizes she’s been tricked into a false display of affection. In everyone’s eyes, they seem like a happy and affectionate couple. Only she knows what a sham it all is. “He may seem nice and thoughtful, but he’s far too arrogant and selfish,” Andrea thinks bitterly, “If he’s in good mood, he’ll play with you as if you’re a dog. But when things don’t go his way, he won’t even look at you.” A black limousine is parked at the main entrance to the building. A chauffeur opens the door, and Lance carries Andrea inside. Inside, the car is luxurious—almost comparable