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"How could he, how could he be here?" This was the second time in the last couple of days that she felt like her heart had come to a sudden stop. Her feet once again subconsciously took a step back, her gaze fixed on his face from a distance.
Suddenly, her brows furrowed and a look of disbelief washed over her pale face. How could he be wearing a security guard's uniform? Why would he be working as a security guard here? Impossible, absolutely impossible. He was so excellently capable, so strong, how could he possibly have fallen into such a state?
"Miss Qamar, are you okay?" a stern-faced female bodyguard quickly lent her arm for support, her eyes full of concern. The term "Miss Qamar" was a creation of those around her, and since Mandy had not objected to it, but instead accepted it, the title had continued to stick.
