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EFFECT ON HIM

作者: Caroluchy
last update publish date: 2026-07-17 14:44:26

I finally remembered why I'd come outside.

"Oh, actually—"

I was just about to ask him where I could get a bottle of water. Talking to him seemed much easier than interrupting Mr. Reynolds's business chat.

Tarzan was probably still waiting.

Before I could finish my sentence, Mr. Reynolds suddenly looked in our direction and crooked a finger.

Eric immediately excused himself and walked over.

I remained where I was, watching from a distance.

Mr. Reynolds said something.

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onajourney
They better be VERY careful! Tarzan won't be happy about them being so close/flirty with Lena!! She continues to give model vibes...yesss!! I am happy that they have been kind to her though! Lena, hold your head high and do your thing, you got this!!
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Oluwakemi Alimat Finni
gosh I'll go Tarzan on the author for the updates I am literally hooked on the book it's very very captivating tbh I don't want to put it down
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Reshmi V Boolaky
Jealous and possessive Tarzan should appear now
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