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  <div class="c-mid-container" data-v-c02b8710="">Jordan shook his head. They didn't agree to meet in Duro's Mansion. Why is Jora bringing up a request now? "No my love, we didn't tell her she will be coming to the Mansion" Jordan shook off the idea. "But daddy, if you tell her, she isn't going to say no. Why don't you just tell her the lunch will be in the house. Just tell her dad, I trust she won't mind" Jora declared. Jordan disagreed. He can't tell her to come over to the house. He hadn't said anything about it to her, he doesn't want to appear like an opportunist. " No Jora. She won't come to the house and if you insist on having it your way, I will call it off" Jordan threatened. The chauffeur was surprised

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  <div class="c-mid-container" data-v-c02b8710="">Tina shrugged " I don't have a problem with that" she replied and Jordan started the car. On their way to Duro's Mansion, they both cracked jokes, laughed and smiled along. Eventually Jordan arrived at the gate of the Mansion. Tina was mesmerised by the beauty of the house. The gate itself cost a fortune. "Are you Senator Duro's son?" Tina asked, surprised. She just remembered that Jordan's last name was Duro. " Yeah...is there a problem?" Jordan asked, driving past the gate towards the garage. She didn't know he was related to the Senator? "Yeah..nope" Tina stammered. He is from such an influential family and yet does the work of a detective? " If there's somethi

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  <div class="c-mid-container" data-v-c02b8710="">Jordan shook his head. They didn't agree to meet in Duro's Mansion. Why is Jora bringing up a request now? "No my love, we didn't tell her she will be coming to the Mansion" Jordan shook off the idea. "But daddy, if you tell her, she isn't going to say no. Why don't you just tell her the lunch will be in the house. Just tell her dad, I trust she won't mind" Jora declared. Jordan disagreed. He can't tell her to come over to the house. He hadn't said anything about it to her, he doesn't want to appear like an opportunist. " No Jora. She won't come to the house and if you insist on having it your way, I will call it off" Jordan threatened. The chauffeur was surprised. The young miss was happy a while ago that her dad was going to drop her off in school. Now, it a