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ked excitedly. Today was Saturday, they were sitting on the huge sofa in their grand l

fully earned a cold glare from Dylan. Max didn’t care and said again, “How did you know what kind of girl I liked. I remember I haven’t told you before, r

ne rang. “Hello” he answered the phone. “Hello? This is Ms.

your call. What’s the matter?” Dylan looked

ded the call appointment with King today was not the one we selected for him. And I also know the girl has said some

best bride for King. I

he King. My sincere apologies to both of you. Please convey my regrets to the

. He turned to look at Max who was still excited as ever. Max had heard the conversation between them. D

whose hair on her small body is sticking straight up. She is exactly what I wanted. How can this be a misunderstanding

hat it is you who are on the other line. I am sure that

entity. If she gets scared like you said then I will marry whomever you want. But if she answers me back with the same ferocity, I will marry h

sighed