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212. SHE WAS KILLED
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Steen said that he would ride the scooter at high speed just like what he used to do with his sport bike in the past, and he even forced Vivian to hold his stomach for safety purposes, but in the end, the man just rode the scooter slowly.
With that kind of fact, Vivian started to doubt that the man was telling the truth when he proudly said that he used to have a sports bike in the past and even used to ride it at high speed.'I usually rode this scooter faster than this. Is Steen a snail or a grandpa? Why is he riding this scooter so slowly?' Helplessly, Vivian wondered to herself. 'A snail man or grandpa Steen, huh? Those are good nicknames for him.' She even laughed at the thought.They were still on the road, and Vivian was still holding the man's stomach even though he was riding the scooter like a snail. If she pulled away from the man, he would probably sulk again saying he was no better and no stronger than the metal grip on the back of the scooRelated chapters
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