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ia yawned loudly. "I'm starvin

thing, my dear. No clients tod

. "That's bad. Alright, I

e room, rummaging

years, sharing everything-except one thing. Isabella was a hairstylist, while Sophia, out of frustration and job

won't bail you out. I don't have tha

me response. "Yet when I bri

was a hair salon where she spotted a young man lean

" she greeted, her v

y amused. "Good day, young

nd of hair. "I just saw you from afar and

ul woman emerged from the salon. The man immediat

he's just a driver. Without a

d his boss, Miss Jasmine, inside. A short distance away,

kill me?" Jasmine snapp

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in frustration.

number. It wa

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mined her latest loot

ch. Shrugging, she tucked it aw

essed, handsome young man and

so sorry! My bad

ll smile. "It's fine. I'm Ethan." H

is hand. She turned to leave, bu

" he said, his eyes

ze. How di

owly brought out the wallet. "I-

. "Is this what you do?

ve you your wallet, didn't I? What

," Ethan said,

ieve-a grumpy man like me or

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irk va

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e," Ethan

choice. Without a word, she follow