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Can’t wait to marry the most beautiful woman…
Victor “Why are you helping me out of nowhere, Victor? Have we met before? I mean, maybe there was a time that I stood you up, and now you want revenge?” “What? You’ve suddenly lost your voice now? Come on, just tell me the truth? What’s your real motive behind all this you’re doing?” “Why are you helping me, Victor??” “Can you please come in and let’s talk about this?” I finally found my voice after minutes of just staring blankly at her. She glared at me for some seconds before dashing past me. I locked the door and then went to join her. She was too angry to sit so she stood up, her hands gripping her waist tightly while she glared at me. “You need to relax, Freya. You already know why I’m doing this. I have no other motive.” She smirked and then retorted, “ohh really, why d
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