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... ze and returned a polite smile.

"Bella, you’re really pretty, even more so than on TV."

The girl said with a sweet smile, acting quite naturally familiar.

"Thank you, you’re very pretty too."

The girl smiled shyly and then continued, "Are you going to call Victor?"

Upon hearing the sweetly drawn-out "Victor," Bella’s brow twitched slightly but quickly disappeared.

Among good friends, such an address seemed fine, yet Bella felt something was a bit o ...

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