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WHO IS THE REAL ELITE? 2
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As Marvin stepped outside the restaurant, one of the girls in the group leaned closer to their leader and whispered with a smirk, "Your friend is here."

The leader rolled her eyes in disgust. "Please, don’t make fun of me by associating me with that average, pathetic excuse of a man," she spat, glaring at Marvin from a distance.

Marvin was just outside, holding his phone up to his ear as if making a call. He looked calm now, but still had the same determined expression on his face.

The leader of the girls snapped her fingers suddenly. "Girls, I have an idea."

The others perked up, looking curious. "What is it?" one of them asked.

"Well," the leader began, with her lips curling into a sly smile, "instead of waiting for an Uber, we could go over and talk to that butler by the Lamborghini. If we’re lucky, he could introduce us to his boss, and maybe we’ll get to enjoy a ride in that luxurious car, and get to know him. Trust me, no man would be able to resist sexy and extremely attractive
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