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015: Edgar's Fake Identity!
Author: Author Promise
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As Muna looked up, Franco collected the phone. He retrieved it to her bag, saying

“So, between the both of us, who is being stupid and who is being smart?”

“I am so disappointed in you, Auntie….” Muna could hardly speak. “I thought business is business and family is family. We are never to bring family issues to office but you even led a life of a criminal! Do you really expect me to trust you now?”

“Listen to me….” Franco prevented Mrs Nathan from speaking.

“A criminal like you doesn't have anything to defend herself against, Mrs Nathan!” Franco pronounced, leaving Mrs Nathan's hand immediately.

He turned to Muna “The best thing to do here is to get her fired! Someone like her can't work for you, even as a board member! Imagine if she was able to collect money to betray you, she will definitely collect money to sell off this company!”

“The decision is in your hands, Muna! I think you should get her fired!”

Muna swallowed a pint of spit, implying how thoughtful she had been about th
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