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Chapter 95: Ms Sinclair, I'm Doing Well
Author: Sammy X
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William forgot about the workers who were on their knees and rushed out of the building.

When he got out, he looked at the screen of his phone and could clearly see the selfie Ms. Sinclair had sent to him.

She was still in bed and he could see her fair shoulders.

'Miracle Doctor, are you really ignoring me because of the kiss yesterday? If you don't want it why not come take it back'

He read the inscription attached to the picture and blinked his eyes a thousand times in a second.

He scrolled through her previous messages and realized that she had been trying to get to him when his phone was off.

This made his heart feel warm.

"Mr. Miller...."

He quickly turned off his screen and looked around to see Johnathan who stared strangely at him.

'Why is the Boss' face red?' He wondered but didn't dare to say anything about it.

"I have done everything, Mr. Miller. What should we do next?"

"You can leave now, you have done well" William nervously shooed him away and he left.

He unlocked hi
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