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Author: Lonely Wolf
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"Yes Emily, "Damian said. "You don't have to keep defending him all the time. He's lying, how can he possibly know Evans Ramsay."

"Definitely, Leonard is just trying to coy favour with us," Lily said, looking at Leonard disdainfully.

Emily opened her mouth to speak but Leonard held her hand.

"It's enough, Emily. If they don't want to believe, there's no need to force the truth down their throats. And if you want, I can have Evans cook a meal for you."

"How?" Emily asked.

"You and I know what happened in the restaurant that day. Evans gave me a card that I can use and call on him to cook for me. Luckily, I have it here with me."

Leonard brought out a small golden card from his inner pockets, and every eyes were on it.

"Is… Is that the gold VVIP special card?" Chris asked with widened eyes.

Damian turned to look at him. "Chris, what do you mean?"

"That card in that punk's hands resembles the special VVIP card from Evans Ramsay. I've only seen it on the internet and never got a chance t
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