HIS PRIVATE STRIPPER
{He owns Her}
Chapter Thirty three.
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He paced to and fro in front of Jasmine's ward. He has come to love her so much and he couldn't think of life without her. He's gonna kill himself if anything happens to her.
Remembering the scene in the bathroom, he kicked the chairs causing a creaky sound.
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Somewhere close to Liam's Mansion, Claudia stood, gazing at the path Liam drove through and how roughly he drove. A smirk lingered on her lips.
She wore a face cap so no one would recognize her. She released a dry laugh.
"I wonder what happened to poor Jasmine? She looks so pale!" Claudia said in a pity tone.. rather sarcastically.
Liam must be feeling so sad!... I hope Jasmine gets well soon" She said pouting her lips.
"Or maybe... I hope she dies!" She said and released another laughter, with a glint of evil.