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422 Andrea, Go to the Hell
Lance closed the glass door in the balcony so that no one could hear the voice in the room. In the bathroom, Rebecca held the phone tight and pressed the answer button. As expected, it was Andrea. It seemed that she was very faint. She made a great effort to say a word and couldn’t say it clearly. "It's … me. I was in a room and bitten by a poisonous.” Hearing what Andrea said, Rebecca had a big smile on her face. Then, Rebecca answered in a cheerful voice, "What are you talking about? I can't hear you. Lance had slept. You can call him tomorrow." Rebecca hanged the phone directly and turned off it. Rebecca slightly narrowed her eyes, looking like a vicious woman. “Andrea Aitkens, go to hell! I will take care of Lance,” Rebecca cursed. Rebecca immediately walked out of the bedroo
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