Chapter 88. The Business Party (2)

Meanwhile, a middle-aged man was grumbling at a corner, wondering why his stupid daughter was so determined not to come out and socialize. His sharp eyes darted across the hall which paused suddenly on a table at a corner where a young girl was sitting with two guys facing her. He gazed at her back for some seconds before shaking his head. That was impossible, it wasn’t her.

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Back at the table, Clara sipped another juice which was handed to her again by one of the twins, and found its taste very strange, but shrugged as she looked at the container’s label, not minding as she was engrossed in their conversation.

“So, what do you say. Candies or chocolate sweets.”

“Huh? I like both… wait, aren’t they the same?”

“Haha, chocolate candies.”

“Argh! Damn you, George.” She huffed and drank the almost finished juice.

“Ouch. He’s Greg.”

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and they continued.

“Now, this one is very easy… Hehe, why do all bir