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She refused to accept it. "You conniving witch! Give me back my money!" She screeched like a banshee, practically pouncing on me to attack me, but she was clamped in place by Charles, his expression cold and sinister. With a sneer, he said, "Didn't you say that you loved me for who I was, and not what I had? You spent money to fake medical reports, lied about being terminally ill, drugged my drink to get into bed with me, and caused me to get divorced.

Poor-but-Plucky Heroine" persona module has detected excessive behavior! The target's acceptance threshold has exceeded acceptable levels!" "Warning! Julian has developed a severe rejection response toward the host's "pitiful and lovable" charm aura! The conversion channel has been critically damaged!" "Julian's been ruined by the villainess, too? No!" Julian's expression stiffened as the color drained from his face. He could feel everyone's piercing stares stabbing at him, turning him into the center of a very public humiliation. Just then, his phone rang. It was Lucinda. Her sugary voice came through the speaker. "Julian, the strap on my new purse broke. Won't you come fix it for me? I can

saka siya hinalikan sa noo "Take a rest" he said smiling at her and laid down next to her but she immediately turned her back. So he was just looking behind his boss. I don't need this Xiana took a deep breath and turned back I have to take the board exam right away so I can get a loan after I pay him.

I will never forgive her. I am going to make sure to get back to her. For now, I need to figure out how to get out of here.

I should bе bеggіng her to lеt me gо, but instead, I say, “You’re nеvеr gоіng tо gеt him back.” It’ѕ thе first thіng I саn thіnk оf, аnd obviously I’vе hіt оn a winner, bесаuѕе she reaches out аnd ѕlарѕ mе. Hаrd. Sоmеhоw, I don’t flinch. I juѕt ѕtаrе hеr in thе еуе.

I wasn't bothered by any of that news; all I wanted was simple: I wanted her, and I would not stop at anything until I got what I needed. “Aren't you getting off?.” I asked her slowly while her eyes scanned through the environment. She didn't seem to have expected to be brought to a place as such; besides, she had been grumpy all through the ride, caressing her phone and probably cursing at me, but I would do just about anything to make sure they didn't get together and get cozy.

“Know why she did it.” “You know why she did it. But if you haven’t already figured it out then let me lay it straight as a pin for you – she did it to get you back. To get back at us for the stunt we pulled at Maryland. Get that?” “I still need to go.” She clutches at my arm, her lips in a pout, “But why?”

Kent hums at the contact, approving. “That’s more like it. Now, let’s get your girl back,” she says, as she gives me a squeeze.

She said it very confidently. I tightened my grip on her throat and she started to choke out of oxygen. I didn’t want it to be complicated so I released my hand. “See you later.” I left the room. “Help me! Please.” She shouted and it echoed in my ears. ___ I went forward to see her holding a small piece of rock and was about to loosen her grip from it. I rushed to her and she saw me. She had got some confidence after seeing me and thought I came there to help me.

I hoped reminding her of her bigger goal would deter her from acting rashly. She pulled away from me, but just stared up at me. She was thinking and I was almost positive that she was coming up with an idea. I was also positive that I was not going to like it. “You’re probably right, she said after a few seconds. I was sure that was what I had been hoping she would say, but I didn’t relax yet. “I need proof.” She was so matter of fact about it that I was worried. “How…” I sighed then tried again, “how do you plan to get this proof?”