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Cathy He was so frustrating, the look on his face as he sat across me made me want to get up and wipe it off his face but I couldn't especially not when I was well aware of his ability to ruin me within minutes. "What do you mean, Cathy?" He asked smiling as if he was not aware of what he was doing. I sighed loudly and ignored his question. There was really no need for dragging matters with Tyrell when it's obvious that he only wants to mess with me. He didn't even bother hiding it. "You gave up quite quickly, unlike you," He said and I felt I was tweaking when I saw something that looked like the hint of disappointment in his eyes. Could it be that he wants me to keep on arguing with him? But why? It's not as if he lacks entertainment or something. "That's because I don't want to

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