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THE DEVIL BOSS (2)

Penulis: Mirabella
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The sound of my last name had never unnerved me the way it did when it left his lips.

I cleared my throat and shot him a glare.

“De mess I made? I had barely made a move wen you walked right into me!”

His lips parted to speak, but he was quickly interrupted by the sound of my best friend’s scream.

“Mister Donovan!” Elsa screamed in horror, while her eyes widened at the champagne map carved into his green shirt.

“I am so sorry. I am Elsa Peterson, and she’s my best friend.”

He didn’t spare
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