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"Not letting go, huh?!"

Nora Fatehi grabbed the fruit bowl from the coffee table and swung it at his head. Caesor barely dodged in time. "Nora Fatehi! Are you trying to commit murder?"

Can't win a fight? Throw something. This shameless tactic of hers hadn't changed one bit.

He still had a scar on his head from the time she'd hit him with something back then.

She was nearly thirty now