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Seventy-seven (ii)
Dexter had meant to follow Anelia out and corner her somewhere along the way about something that he had managed to seem very unbothered about. However, he didn’t knot that the woman could be very swift. She was nowhere to be seen.
He decided to walk in the direction of the restroom. That’s when he heard the loud slap. His eyes widened and he wondered if he should intervene with whatever was happening inside but he decided that he could not just budge into the toilet. He was still contemplating on what to do when someone shouted.
“How dare you! You’re just a stupid and poor girl. How dare you insult me like this? You know nothing about me or my history with Dexter Black! You know nothing about what happened.” He immediately recognised that voi
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