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Stamping her feet against the floor, Zara looked around the restaurant, leaving the rest of the staff in suspense, even Chase was not let out in this.

He never allowed his gaze to leave her even for once as he tried to guess correctly what she was up to.

“Aren't you going to say anything?” Maurice scowled.

“Of course, I was going to commend your new looks.” She winked at him, causing a smile to appear on his lips.

Just when he was about to respond to her compliment, she waved her hand in his face, “Now you have to work on your clothes? It looks like what the slaves in history passed down to you.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” She affirmed with a smirk, rolling her eyes at him.

“You're rude, that's not a nice way of speaking to someone.” Wembley muttered.

“Why do you look scary? Are you a part of the Mafia in Italy? Your accent screams it.”

At once Chase exchanged glances with Wembley who took a step backward, digging his hand into his hair.

“I'm on the roof, please excuse me.” He mu
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