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Rich Guy
Khalia POV “I asked you something, why aren't you replying?” I repeated, trying my best not to sound like a scared cat. “Because I don't want to answer. Is there a rule that if you ask something, other people have to answer?” he kept walking, arrogantly lashing out with his words. Why does he sound like I kidnapped him when it's him and his so-called minions who literally picked me up and shoved me there? “You didn't even tell me your name.” “Didn't you hear my name when the two guys called it in the dungeon?” Of course, I heard his name. I'm not deaf. But why is he so arrogant about it? Such a prick. Here I am trying to communicate, and he's behaving so arrogantly. His mood flipped so suddenly. Before, he didn't sound so rude. Did you hear how you sounded before? Okay, I can't d
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