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Chapter 8
"What? How am I under arrest? Isn't this my international passport with my name and photo?" Nancy struggled to break her hand away from the tight grip of the security guard holding her soft left hand. "You cannot delay my flight, let me go!" Nancy screamed, knowing the airplane would soon take off in 30 minutes, yet the tough-looking security guard seized her hands. "I'm only doing my job, ma'am. Aren't you the president's son's chosen bride-to-be?" The security guard questioned her, and Nancy stared at him in shock, realizing Charles was still monitoring her activities. The security guard immediately took out his phone to call his boss, and informed him that he had caught Nancy Marlon. They had received a call earlier not to allow anyone named Nancy Marlon to leave the airport. Though
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