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Chapter 72: Whiplash

Author: Sand Kastle
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-27 09:46:59

JULIA

I looked at him with confusion. The taxi incident, I definitely remember. But what was this delivery rider he was talking about?

Before I could open my mouth, he had already begun speaking.

"That was you in the Astor's party, right?" he said, bowing down slightly so I could hear him louder.

"No taxis come to that place anymore because it's a gated village. And yet, you mistook my expensive car as public transport," he started off.

"Then, I was at your school for an errand, but you took away the coffee in my hands without a word. Didn't you notice I had four? Did you even need that many?" he continued.

I pursed my lips when I realized what he was talking about. So, there was no promo for the drinks. I had just taken someone else's order without even asking!

My cheeks reddened, and I had to close my eyes out of embarrassment.

"Now, I just took the tray because I needed two drinks, and yet you've already mistaken me as a waiter," he ended. "Do you need me to spell it out fo
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