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There was also a phone number on the card. Boe Ho examined the card in his had tossing it front and back on his palm. After some minutes, he said heavily. “BFG means Bon-Hwa Fernando Groups” “Bon-Hwa Fernando Groups? Chin Cho repeated questionly. “yes” Boe-Ho said without looking away from the card. “who, what I mean what is the implication? She asked stupidly. Boe-Ho did not know that Chin Cho can be stupid sometimes answered quietly. “it means that the owner of this card is likely the chairman of BFG. And he is supposedly the one who raped you and got you pregnant.”

BRYAN’S POV Until now, it seems like what happened earlier is so unreal. Fiancee? What nonsense is that? She doesn't even have a boyfriend. She's an NBSB(no boyfriend since birth), for cry out loud. And now someone will suddenly come out and introduce himself as her fiancee?! Maybe Alex just planned that because he found out what Gian and I did? There is a possibility that she is doing this to avoid me? That's right, Bryan! That guy is not Alex's fiancee.

n_nina_arthur. F B :- S.N Nina Arthur.

A flustered Kiki is a cute one. God, I can’t wait for next Friday.

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one of the ladies, a fair slim one says standing up, with one of her hands covering her mouth. "Yeah, she's our sister inlaw." Hussaina brags proudly. "And Ummieta_XX is my sister." one of the girls, a dark slender one wearing a bored look says, rolling her eyes. "Aleeshba." Qifdiyya calls in a warning tone and the Aleeshbah girl rolls her eyes. "It's Aleeshbah. With a h." Aleeshbah says dragging the ee and putting emphasis on the h. "Whatever." Hussaina says and jumps over the couch standing in between her and Lash.

Something quieter. Miles away, Nathan crouched near the nursery vents. He held a gray badge with no department printed, no name. At first glance it looked blank. But at the bottom edge, etched so faintly you’d miss it unless you were looking, was a bell. And underneath the plastic, there was a bitter trace of wolfsbane. My stomach turned cold. Whatever this was, it hadn’t ended. It had only just begun.