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Ylejah:
“Who’s this?!” I held my phone tight but more like wanted to break it in my hand. I was riding my business private plane—elated ‘coz finally I’ll be home in any hours and see my daughter and Zayna but it I was doomed for some f****ing dark accusations from an anonymous caller.
And it’s about Zayna.
{Cared less about my identity, Mr. Ortega. Cared more about your security and your daughter’s safety. You’re sheltering a murderer! She was the one who planted the bomb that day you lost your wife..}
F**k! Enough! I ended the call. I was in the middle of confusion. I was cold and boiling at the same time as I called Tim. I expelled an air upon hearing that my daughter’s currently a lunch with my Zayna. F**k.. Could it be?
I told Tim to connect with Jasper a.s.a.p. and
