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CHAPTER 22- Starting to Know His Playboy Ways

Author: Yhen Amor
last update Last Updated: 2023-02-17 17:35:50

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Atty. Garette who knows the familiar voice quickly turned his back to see the disturbance.

“What Bro, are you not going to greet me? Long time no see, haha,” Atty. Paolo was in his high moment, with open arms as if waiting for Atty. Garette to run to him and hug him.

“Put down your arms. You are acting as if we are lovers who have never seen each other for a long time,” Atty. Garette said chuckling while he was looking at the open arms of Atty. Paolo.

Atty. Paolo laughed more. He walked toward them and he was as if wanting to embrace Dianthe but Atty. Garette, slapped his arm.

“Cut that off, Paolo. You are overacting,” Atty. Garette said while frowning at Atty. Paolo.

“Alright, alright. I am just happy you came back and much happier that you came back here with Miss Dianthe with you,” he said while winking at Dianthe. “Hi Miss Dianthe,” he said further while extending his hand to her for a handshake.

Dianthe, was already smiling wide with the naughtiness of Atty. Paolo. She accepted
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