Carlos could not comprehend what Lola Rosing was saying.
‘What pictures?’ he asked himself.
He knew for a fact that no sort of pictures existed. And if there were, he had no idea about it. And who would even take a picture of him and Angelo?
“What are you doing here?”
Carlos and Lola Rosing were startled when they heard the voice not too far from them. It was Hector. If stares could kill, Carlos could have been already dead. That’s how deadly Hector’s looks are.
“I don’t have any business with you, Hector so, buzz-off. Your presence is not needed here.” Carlos scoffed.
“Czarina has always been my business, Carlos. I love her, and I will not let someone like you hurt her. You don’t deserve her, Carlos. You just lost your opportunity with her when you did what you did last night––”
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