Chapter 142 A fucking trickster

Joy Paul 911 words

Fanuel.

I was in the police custody staring intently at Webb who was throwing dagger stares at me.

He was furious and I was elated. The feeling was euphoric.

He seated behind bars and I couldn't help but think of how good looks with that prison's uniform.

"You look good." I say dryly.

"You are...

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