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Meeting Her Again 2
Stevenson’s POV
When I turned around and saw Mia standing there, I froze, my mouth hanging open in shock.She looked beautiful, natural, yet classy. Like one of those supermodel mothers who seemed to be aging backward.One would never have guessed that she had once been my maid some years back. The transformation was astonishing.But how? I didn’t understand. How was she standing right in front of me, looking so beautiful and healthy? I thought she was at the hospital, and the last time I saw her, anyone would have thought she was on her deathbed.Mia met my gaze with an indifferent look, her confidence radiating as she spoke. “I’m here now, so when can I get my necklace back?”I quickly closed my mouth, struggling to regain my composure, my mind racing.“How? How were you able to beat cancer?” I asked, still bewildered.She smiled smugly. “God was very merciful to me and gave me another chance.”It was inRelated chapters
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