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Chapter 92- call me mother
Khalifa's POV "ouch!" I moaned as I bumped into my mother on my way out. It was obvious they didn't plan on letting me go. "Where do you think you're going?" She dragged me by my wrist and forced me to the bed I had just gotten up from and surprising me with her strength. I decided to stay silent to hear their thoughts first. That way, I could know which action to take next, given I was now dead broke. "You think she'd work too, don't you? Micheal?" Mother suddenly held my chin and I froze. I frowned as she moved closer to my face. "What in the world are you trying at?" "I trust your judgment, Sweetheart and I believe that everything you say is right," Micheal just nodded alongside to kiss up to her and while that irked me, I was even more infuriated that they were totally i
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