Chapter 72: Whiplash

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JULIA I looked at him with confusion. The taxi incident, I definitely remember. But what was this delivery rider he was talking about? Before I could open my mouth, he had already begun speaking. "That was you in the Astor's party, right?" he said, bowing down slightly so I could hear him louder. "No taxis come to that place anymore because it's a gated village. And yet, you mistook my expensive car as public transport," he started off. "Then, I was at your school for an errand, but you took away the coffee in my hands without a word. Didn't you notice I had four? Did you even need that many?" he continued. I pursed my lips when I realized what he was talking about. So, there was no promo for the drinks. I had just taken someone else's order without even asking! My cheeks red

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