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Sixty – Eighth

A fairly large flame is in front of my eyes.

Mmmpphh!

This is the way I do to stop him freaking towards me.

"Why?"

What I hear from behind is Mister Farhan's voice who seems very disappointed.

“I'm already in front of you. Why do you need more photos of me?”

I say it as I throw the last photo into the trash burning bin in front of me.

All the waiters' eyes look at us.

Thus, Mister Farhan, seeing me uncomfortable, seems to be calling the butler and whispering something.

Not long after, the servants all leave.

To be honest, I thought I am just like a homeowner.

But to be honest again, I'm not comfortable having my photos kept in another man's room.

Darn it!

That bothers me so much.

“Miss Rima, I really like you. However, I believe that you will not hurt me," he said to me,

Then I turn to look at him.

"Yes," I answered, "Trust me, I just need to take care of your grandmother and then my problem is over with Shirley," I said,

Thus, I walk towards the kitchen door.

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