"You don't have to apologise for yesterday, Mr Gate. I already hate you." I sigh effortlessly at the man standing before me.

He lifts his eyes to me and I can see the deep frown that settles. "Look, I only came here to tell you I'm sorry, okay? We really have to get along since I'm going to be married to your boss." He tells me in a brittle tone a wicked smirk making its way to his lips, but I can see the truth in his eyes.

I shrug carelessly, my eyes still fixed on his. "Why would you want to get along with a whore like me?"

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