― Get in the way of my purpose in life
“If it’s not you, Miss Villarama. I don’t make sudden meetings. You should be grateful. Besides, you have my number.” I internally rolled my eyes. I deleted it already. He smirked and left the papers. He produced something like a magazine from his drawer and transferred on his own cushion. “I don’t hear any news from the other night.” He threw the magazine on the coffee table, slightly hitting my bag.
“That’s why I’m here. You have to stop messing with the Pascuals.” The magazine has a pregnant woman as a cover. This is familiar. Mrs. Summer’s box also has something like this. Just a little different. Different from the other one he gave me.
“It’s a free baby magazine. I thought you should read that, too,” he answered my unvoiced question and
