Mac Flores turned his head and watched her retreating figure with interest.
"Why are you here?" Laksh asked, his voice icy and rude.
Mac Flores looked at him and smirked sarcastically. "The woman is quite beautiful. You, the nonchalant playboy, flirting with an innocent girl? How unusual."
"What can I say? I inherited it from my father," Laksh retorted with a sarcastic tone.
"You mean to say that I don't have a father? That I'm not worthy of using his name?" Mac Flores' anger simmered, his teeth grinding in frustration.
"You may have a father, but he's not the man who raised you. You're just exploiting his name," Laksh countered, his smile holding a touch of malice.
Mac Flores clenched his fists, his anger boiling beneath the surface.
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Laksh opened the backseat car door and Ashu c
