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Chapter Twelve: Who Is That Ugly Guy?

Third Person's POV

“What’s my favorite food?” Diego asked casually, keeping his cool while driving.

“Uhhhh…” Marissa was caught off guard by the question but still answered it. “Pasta and shrimp.”

Woah, why is Diego Montero asking about his favorite food right now? This is... absurd.

Even though confused, Marissa stashed her cell phone and regarded Diego completely because he seemed to continue his game of questions. She does not have a choice but to answer all of them.

“What about my favorite sports?” he asked again.

She arched her eyebrow. “Boxing and, if it is considerable, shooting," she answered.

“Hobby?"

“Swimming and working out.”

He squinted his eyes and tilted his head while his eyes were on the road. “When do you know that I am angry?”

“If you ask me for your gun, and then we instantly go to the shooting range.”

“And when I am happy?”

“Receiving and signing contracts with the companies you desire to have partnerships with.”

Diego paused from asking questions and licked his
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