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Ashu Davies panicked when she realized she had mistaken the caller. She quickly glanced at the screen of her mobile phone and cursed herself silently. In a rush, she ended the call and turned off the phone, feeling her heart race and her breath quicken. She scolded herself for being foolish and impulsive. Meanwhile, Laksh Wilson couldn't help but let out a chuckle and licked his lips. He raised an eyebrow, amused by her slight anger. He looked at the black screen of his phone and considered calling her again, but hesitated, knowing she most likely turned off her device. He found it embarrassing for her and chuckled, his thoughts drifting to how much he missed her. He tossed his phone onto the bed and made his way to the dressing room to put on his suit. After some time, when Ashu Davies