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015: The Goat And The Yam

Author: Rosa Kane
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-06 21:57:07

HUNTER

I stared between Anya and Evans before waving at my bodyguards to bring Evans inside. They obeyed immediately, dragging him in without a word. I turned toward Anya, grabbed her hand gently but firmly, and led her to the living room.

I gestured for her to sit on the couch across from me. She obeyed, though her eyes were wide with worry.

Evans was forced to his knees by my men, facing me. I leaned back in my chair, my revolver spinning lazily in my hand. The metallic clicks echoed in the room.

I pointed the gun at Evans and smirked.

"You call my wife at odd hours and hug her in public under the excuse of being her best friend?"

Evans blinked like a deer caught in headlights. "You... you were the one who answered Anya's call last night?"

I let out a mocking scoff. "Why are you so slow? No wonder you're falling behind in your studies, Anya. This is the kind of company you keep?"

Anya’s lips pressed into a tight line. "He... he’s very intelligent," she muttered defe
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Makims Owai Bonomi
Oh please what could you possibly have in store for tonight Anya will just not end up loving you Hunter be careful how you treat her
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Interesting, next please
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