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The Following Day, In the Bronx,

The pacifying boss walked front and back with his arms hung over his head. He was in a big dilemma as he was asked to fetch, specifically, the girl with the blue eyes. The one that had escaped

Damien stood, breathed harshly, and began to continue his walking front and back. This was a great coincidence. He had not been able to settle the fact that the prices of the girls sold off to their regular customers could not afford his daily housing rent, which meant they were all used products.

His brows scrunched to the left, and agony was written on his forehead. There was nowhere he was going to announce to Chris that they had let her escape under their watch.

"Can’t we find another replacement for her? I mean, there are a lot of blue-eyed women nowadays; he won’t even notice the