Laced Control
Jared’s younger sister squealed into the phone.
In the background, a guy could be heard yelling, “Who the hell is hot mobster wifey!?”
Bri chuckled. “You still haven’t changed my name in your phone, huh?”
Tia giggled. “Come on, you are fated to be a mobster wife in a manhwa. I know it. You know it. Let’s not fight fate.”
All the while, the guy in the background was still protesting loudly.
“My leg’s fine! We don’t need help—especially not from a manhwa hottie! Jesus!”
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