Chapter Seventy-Five: Sniper Queen

Sam Yap barked out evil laughter from his vile mouth while he was smoking his tobacco like a villain in a princess’s story. I wouldn’t be that princess, though. I’m a fucking queen!

“Shares? What a foolish man you are to believe that,” I coldly said.

“What?” he muttered.

Before he could even gras...

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