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LXVI. Dialogue
She always knew something about Essi. And looking back, she knows that Essi was telling the truth. She didn’t bother herself to reveal it on her behalf. The truth came out anyway, although it is late for Bayanihan. All that she have to do is to avoid her and do her own business. But things are inevitable redirecting her towards Essi. She keeps pushing Essi away. And yet, Charlotte cannot believe herself that she have to find her again.
“I know that you have done much to my family. But why are you doing this? You know that we are not in good terms.” She made herself bold enough to enter Essi’s territory with her school journalism asset. Charlotte is aware that security inside the Gautarza Build is stringent. Getting allowed to enter might involve Essi’s approval. “What do you really want? And why are you doing this?”
Essi decided to play with her for a little while. “Because I’m a businesswoman. I’m doing it for profit. And helping your family promises me a great retu
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