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Fuck!
She clenched her fists.
Mariana Buck's eyes lifted, sweeping towards the back of Flossie Wright's head, an inexplicable surge of murderous intent igniting in her gaze.
Flossie Wright, you're really something.
Noticing her stare, Sandy Cruz's eyes slightly narrowed, then he asked abruptly, "You're minding my business now?"
Startled, Mariana frowned, then said, "We're friends, I don't want you to be deceived by her."
"Friends?"
Sandy's lips curled unexpectedly, his low voice carrying an inexplicable implication.
Mariana was slightly shocked.
She was indeed avoiding discussing the arranged marriage with Sandy.
But—
Apart from the arranged marriage, they were indeed friends.
They were childhood friends, and Mariana's impression of Sandy was very good: mature beyond his years, sensible, and extremely capable in any field.
He was the kind of person other families would use as a role model to educate their children.
Destined to be illustrious all his life.
