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Chapter 11
Oh, but she was wrong. This is not the man who claimed he’s ‘the’ Julio and the real owner of the wallet. Yes, he doesn’t look poor, but he also doesn’t look like someone who will own that wallet, especially after all the stunts he pulled with her. She knitted her brows together to the stranger man who dragged her. “Excuse me?” she questioned when the man raised his eyebrows at him. He showed a menacing lopsided grin and gave a long scrutinizing look on Siren. Messy and blonde hair pointed upwards. Blue eyes, a crook nose, and that unerasable smirk that doesn’t seem to leave his lips anytime sooner. Siren narrowed his eyes. He jerked his head over her shoulder. And to the direction, they just come from. From his back pocket, he produced a pack of cigarettes, put one stick in betw
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