CHAPTER HUNDRED SIXTY-SEVEN *Harvards don't beg, they control, they propel and they command*"What is wrong, Leader?" Anastasia asked with bulging eyes.She inhaled sharply and forced a smile at them, she increased the distance between them by about a few inches.Thankfully they couldn't make out what was being said by her father over the phone.She exhaled softly and nodded frantically into the phone."Okay, Dad but I'm having a bad feeling about this," she said weakly, hoping her father would change his mind.He arched a brow from the other end and clicked his tongue again."You're not supposed to, honey. You should have acted cautiously, knowing fully well that the warehouse could be traced to me as well. If the cops should commence their investigation, that might be a problem for me."She held her breath and nodded slowly."Amber, do you realize what you have done? You are only proving to me how much of your foolish mother you take after! " He hissed, disgust evident in his tone.
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