My Babies Daddy Is A Trillionaire
My fist clenched as I looked up at Mario, who was now leaning against his desk, watching me.
"What the hell is this rubbish written in the number three term?" I demanded, holding out the paper. "What's the meaning of this? What do you mean by this?"
Mario shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, it's as it's written there."
“Well, I'm sorry, but I can't do this!" I exclaimed, attempting to rip the paper. However, Mario's low growl stopped me in my tracks. He began to advance towards me with an angry stride.
Just as I thought he was about to reach me, he stopped halfway and a sinister smirk like that night spread across his face.
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