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~Xade's POV~
"I'm sorry," I said, keeping my tone controlled. "I have somewhere important to be."
"Xade," my father began, trying to keep his temper in check when I obeyed.
"I apologize, Mr. Zane," I said, turning to him. "This isn't something I agreed to."
I did not spare any other person another glance, and I walked out.
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I had barely reached the living room when heels hurried after me. I groaned internally, knowing who it was. The last thing I wanted was to humiliate her by telling her off.
"Xade." I did not slow down and kept walking.
Natasha stepped in front of me, blocking my path.
"Xade, listen to me."
"Natasha, we have nothing to do with this."
"I know but…" I tried to move away, but she blocked my path even more. "You didn't even hear me out," she said, still smiling, though irritation flickered beneath it.
"There's nothing to hear," I replied flatly. "I'm not interested in marriage."
Her smile stiffened. "You clearly don't mean that, Xady."
