Chapter sixty eight BRENDA'S POV "There is something I want to discuss with Miss Brenda," he said in a tone that was as cold as ice looking at the doctor who just smiled back. It was strange that he couldn't see how the prince wanted him buried alive at the same time that we had made him so angry. He was staring at us as if we had committed the worst crime ever. "Oh, can it wait just a few moments, my prince? I still have to massage her feet a little longer," "How long have you already been doing it?" At this point, all the blood on his face seems to be rushing all over. I'm pumping the veins that were popping out of his head as he spoke, his fingers going to rest on a treadmill. "Oh, about half an hour or so, my prince." " Get Out," he didn't even allow him to finish his words and he stabbed his finger at the door of the gym. "Pardon me, my prince, what did you say?" "I don't believe you are a deaf doctor. I believe very much that you heard what I said just now,
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