Chapter 107 Allergic To Poverty

“Young miss,”

Clara was interrupted from her work by one of the staff.

“What is it?” She asked, looking away from her laptop for a split second.

“Luther is here,”

“Luther is here?!” She shrieked, her eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Why are you telling me this now?!” Clara shrieked, jer...

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