Thirty eight

Dylan arrived at a BMW store in Melrovia the next morning. The day for the event kept getting closer and he needed a good car to show off himself and Dr. Lydia.

However, just as he entered the store, he bumped into a lady who stumbled backward in shock and a gasp.

"What the hell?! You bas…" The lady looked at him and then a trace of disdain appeared in her expression. "Tard. You bastard." She completed even though she still looked shocked.

Dylan recognized the girl, she was his mate back then in high school. A girl who was already labeled a bitch at a young age and growing up. Letty Grey.

Unlike back then when she had really long, wavy, black hair, this time her hair was short to her shoulders and straight.

He just sighed, getting disgusted at himself for trying to check her out. Even though she was beautiful, she was disgusting inside. She was even the last person he'd ever want to meet.

She was still the same, always riding with a clique who just stood behind her like some barbie d
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