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"Will you get out or do you want me to force you out." Emma raises one of his brows, exuding coldness.
Biting her lip. "I'm sorry for not considering your feelings. But I want to be your friend. So, I'll go out and come back." Lola announced, thrusting her chest out. She left not looking back.
>>Why did you behave like that…?
Emma kept quiet for a few seconds controlling his breathing. 'People toy with other's emotions without understanding what that person had passed through in life. However, rich people don't understand and will not care how you feel. Everything is just for their amusement. So, if I kept bottling everything up and never let people realize my reverse scale. Then, I will easily be controlled by them.'
Emma took a deep breath, finishing his monologue, controlling his disarray emotions.
