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e a bold red straight dress that hugged her curves like it was custom-made. Her lips were a perfect rosy shade, and her eyes looked almost exactly like Shalom Hallow'

Aiden?" Her sharp eyes

l him that?

," Mr. Clarke said, and I r

aid, her voice full of judgment. I tensed

ca?" he said

s her. Bianca Mustapha, one of the most famous models in Europe. First daughter of the

me staring

said. "Why are you le

she just call

practically sweating. "Nothing happene

he truth?" she said, walking toward

iss Mus

me a low life? I

eyes locked onto mine. "Let me make this clear. I better never see you close to him again. I don't care i

es. She's just plain mean for no reason. That fake body of hers

she thi

he call me

rossing my ar

, a smirk creeping onto my fa

eup, a worn-out fake designer bag, and a golden watch that doesn't even sh

ll never

t to call me that

Just look at your bag."she said with her face

uy a BBL just to look seduct

d his laughter. She stormed toward me with a clenched fis

, clearly annoyed. "E

hand on Mr. Clarke's chest and started playing with his lips

m like that-yeah, it affected me more than I wanted to admit.

ng about that couldn't w

o the door, trying

ling with anger after what I overheard. I wished I had minded my business

fused, as I dropped into

. Now," I

u too," she said. "

to look at me, and I leaned in closer to avoid the stares. "Mr. Cla

" she

ca Mu

r name, Natasha screamed, cau

t up!?" I wh

s the customers returned to their drinks. Then she t

used to say Bianca was perfect. If only she knew what

I said, downing the wine she served me

s horr

to clap

th dropped open. "Chloe!

the office to talk to her privately

!" Natasha waved her arms in the a

back," I said, sipping the nex

ediately." She folded her a

wine,

ed it in her bag. "I'm taking you home. Then yo

's so h

ed up. No

muttered

owed her out, one

rything... and I don't eve