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She really thinks that he was just saying that so they would fight and then when they do, he will just watch them like an entertainment for him. "Don't let the two girls hear that or else it's going to be a cockfight again," sabat ng kararating lang na isa pa nilang pinsan na nakapamulsa at pormal na pormal ang itsura dahil sa salmin nitong suot, but that only made him looks so expensive as he is the only son of the two of the most popular personality in the Fashion Industry. Nova and Nicholas. The owner of NiNo Glam Fashion Company, one of the top fashion brands not only in the country but the world. His name is Fidel, he is the most serious and snobbish among their cousins but definitely h

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