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I also went to check the status updates of my friends. When I got to Haniya's update, the first thing I saw made my eyes twitch. It was a picture showing a guy holding the flag of a country - a country I wasn't sure I knew the name of - against his body. The middle of the flag, which was white was stained with the guy's blood. Haniya's caption for that photo was 'pray for Nigeria'.

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Naira got uttering in an all confident voice, "He already means nothing to me now, Parth but the contract will be good for our company. And believe me, I can handle it.” Hearing her, Parth got uttering then, “It's not like I don't believe you, Ira. I just don't want you to get hurt again by him.” Naira spoke up then, “You don't worry. Nothing is going to happen like this, Parth. Now let's go otherwise I will get late.” Nodding at her, Parth started the car and forwarded towards their destination. Ehan's POV Naira is in a relationship now. I didn't know why it kept me boiling in anger.

He says blushing at the end. I laugh loudly at his cuteness and pinch his pink cheeks. "You mean pads and tampons? Babe, you can do all that after nine months. I will even remind of when it happens." I say and he smiles. "It's actually six months because of the Alpha King blood. We need our next ruler as soon as possible." He says and I nod. He gets his stuff and we go to checkout. I see the beautiful redhead cashier checking him out with her beady little eyes. I glare at her until she looks my way and stares down at the task in front of her when she meets my heated eyes.

She forced her voice into the calm tone she’d practiced during clinical simulations. “Listen to me, Mr. Voss,” Spirit said, squaring her shoulders. “I am a licensed Registered Nurse, not a babysitter. Your grandfather signed a medical directive for three days of continuous private care, and I have signed a legally binding corporate NDA. If you have a grievance with his arrangement, you are welcome to call his office. Until then, I am entering this house and doing my job.” The man didn’t flinch. If anything, her defiance only made his expression harden into something chilling.

Naara turns around to find the man she saw inside the cubicle and quickly turns away. “Yes, that pervert. Damn it!” Naara cusses again. “Don’t get involved with him. Forget you saw anything just now,” suggests Hanie. “Why? Who is he?” asks Naara innocently. “You don’t know who he is? Are you sure? He’s probably more famous than the top actor in this country.” Naara shakes her head, not understanding. “He’s Adelrado Cetta Early. He just finished his Master’s Degree in International Business