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202. How Is This Possible?
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Muna stormed away from Franco and marched straight to the servant, her face hard and her eyes burning with anger. The way he had spoken to Franco—like he was nothing, like she wasn’t even standing there—made her blood boil. Without hesitation, her palm cracked across his cheek with a loud slap.

“How dare you open that gutter you call a mouth and speak to my husband like that? Are you stupid?!”

The servant staggered from the force, clutching his cheek. Quickly, he dropped to the floor, his foreh
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