Chapter 47 Late Than Never
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Updated : Dec 10th, 2020
CLYVE
THE TRAFFIC WAS horrendous.
I stared at my phone, watching the clock as if it was a time bomb ready to explode in my hand. I was going to be late, then Austen was not answering my damn call.
“Why aren’t we moving? I am kinda in a hurry here,” I asked the cab driver irritably. I should have driven or hired a driver already, but I thought my life had a pretty boring routine.
“Maybe there’s an accident ahead, sir,” the cab driver answered with disinterest. In his mind,...
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