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48| Hurricane

Orla's POV

I took a step back as soon as I realized it was him, and he looked down at me in rage.

Why is he staring at me with such venom?

I didn't steal anything from him!

"What exactly are you doing here?" He inquired, his gaze darting between me and Dante, who stood behind me.

"I don't think I need your permission before going anywhere," his jaw twitched at my words, "and I could ask you the same question!"

"I am here to take you home," he informed me.

"For your kind information, I now have a driver for that," I informed him and folded my arms to my chest.

"And I came across that driver on my way to your house. He got in an accident. I came to pick you up after he was admitted to the hospital" He informed me

"Thank you, but I know the way to my house and I can go by myself," I said as I walked past him. I didn't want to talk to him in this way but Dante has ruined my mood and my frustration is coming out on him.

"I can't leave you alone," he admitted.

"Why?"

"It could be harmful
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