CHAPTER 32
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Trembling in fear, Lina's daughter rush inside to call her mother. There is a man outside requesting to speak with you. He looks weird. I asked if he was the one that requested for an amount for Dad to escape but he said no.

Lina quickly rushed out. Who are you Sir? In response the man said to him. I noticed you just relocated to this small place and we know your story. I overheard a man telling his partner in crime that he just want to extort money from you and that he has never seen your husband Justin before neither does he know those who adopted him. I just want you to be more careful especially with people around you. Stay safe and don't tell people about your problems. Always think things through before you share your thoughts. Lina thanked the man and shut the door immediately.

At this point her heart began to jump, she was so scared that she spots danger and started considering the situation at hand. she and her children are no longer safe. All the properties left which she
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