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... ing in the car for Asher Land for an hour and forty minutes.
"Miss Morton, do you need me to go inside the club to look for Mr. Land now?" The driver noticed the impatience in Irene’s eyes, as if the car was about to become the site of a volcanic eruption at any moment.
"Look for him?" She sneered, a hint of mocking smile at the corner of her mouth, "He’s off finding his woman now. If you go look for him, wouldn’t you be interrupting him? You certainly can’t afford to bear the co ...
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