I Don't Know What Love Is

Broderick paused and looked at her in surprise," you deny my apology?"

"I did." Joan responded.

Broderick smirked, the fuck is wrong with these Muslim women?

"What else do you want? Money?" Broderick asked.

"Actually my boss is richer than you," Joan said and brought out a carefully drafted letter out of a file then stretched it to Broderick.

Broderick's men were stunned that there was a woman in NorthHill who dare to speak to Broderick this way.

"Boss, shall we deal with her?" One of Broderick's men asked him.

Broderick felt his ego bruised with what Joan said but he didn't react, he collected the letter and when he was about to tear it open, Joan spoke, "Don't."

"So why did you give me?"

"My boss wants you to give this letter to the woman who made you loose your memory," Joan said.

Broderick dragged her table and flipped it over, making everything in it crash. He was so angry," what the fuck did you and your boss meant by the woman that made me lose my memory? Did you thin
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