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Confrontation
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“We’re here,” Voltaire announced after a couple of hour drive.
Claire failed in taking notes where they headed. Maybe because it was such a stressful and disappointing day, she fell asleep. She steps out of the car and looked ahead. She saw a wide building, probably two or three stories. Like a stadium or sports complex.
Gustav’s here?
She brought her hand to her chest, slightly tapping it. She doesn’t know why but she suddenly feels nervous. Her groundless courage earlier seemed to evaporate in the air just like her fuming anger.
Can she really confront the billionaire? What if he seduced her again?
“Aww!” She caught her own hand.
“You okay, Ms. Roces?” Voltaire looked at her weirdly.
She diverted her eyes; her hand simply caressed he
