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Chapter 11— Hates A Lot Pt.3

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Vida's POV

It's been two days since I last returned to the house of Mr. Camero. Actually, I'm nervous because I don't know what I'm going to say when we meet again. My reputation is ruined. Aish.

"Faye, come with me tomorrow, huh?"

She didn't look at me and just continued writing. She is here in my room now. She will sleep here because I requested her to stay with me first. Fortunately, Tita Kara, Faye's mother, agreed immediately when I asked for her consent.

"Hey, Faye. Talk to me, "I shook her hand.

"What is it, Vida? I'm writing, right? "

"Don't be mad, okay? Promise, tomorrow morning I'll go with Mr. Camero," I said.

I know she has a resentment towards me. Lately, she's been forcing me to go back to work, but I don't pay attention to what she says. She was upset because I didn't immediately realize that I was already telling her bad words.

"Faye, I'm sorry," I said shyly to her. I forced her to face me and she couldn't stop herself. Finally, she
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