My Fiancée is a Prostitute
I slowly turned around to face him, and he looked surprised when he saw me, but that didn't take long, because the expression on his face suddenly turned into a cold one.
"Sorry, Sir Ram, but this girl is insisting to see you," she explained, looking smug as if expecting Ram to take her side.
"That's ok, Brenda; she's my fiancee," he said monotonously.
Brenda's face immediately turned pale when she heard Ram; she didn't expect that I was Ram's fiancee.
"Good day, Ms. Cervantes, please follow us," the woman who was with Ram said, probably his secretary, but compared to Brenda, she's much more professional than her.
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