119 The Prodigal

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Karl had walked up to them while they were talking. He was as tall and attractive as a model, and the white couture suit he was wearing made him look like a gentleman. "What are you doing here?" As everyone expected, he talked to Peace first. Peace immediately responded, "What? Why can't I come here?" Karl rubbed his nose and smiled, looking a little embarrassed. "That's not what I meant. It's that someone just told me last night that she'd never see me again, but she showed up right in front of me today." He said. "Sorry, I meant what I said last night." Peace nonchalantly rolled her eyes at him. Suddenly, she waved to someone behind him and said gently, "I'm here, darling." A young man was walking toward them, and he was one of the visiting foreign guests. He was very muscular and

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