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“Why? Is something amiss?” he inquired. He didn’t seem to have much to say. She gritted her teeth as she tried to free herself from his grasp, but he proved much stronger than her. “Perhaps we should part ways because this isn’t how I planned our relationship turning out,” she said, continuing to struggle in his arms. “We should break up.” Even after her confrontation with the girl named Ksenia, she attempted to call him repeatedly, and the woman kept on answering her calls. “What?” his eyes darkened again as he gripped her firmly. “What did you just say?” he sought confirmation from her. “We should end our relationship,” she responded. Before Vladimir could utter a word, a knock echoed from the door. He snapped his head toward the door, providing her with the opportunity to push him away. She rushed toward the door, swinging it open to find Angelo standing there. A gasp escaped her mouth as she continued to stare at him, sensing the cold aura emanating from him. What was he do