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Alpha's Human HustlerAlpha's Human Hustler
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Chapter Thirty-two

  SETH   “AMALA! GET BACK HERE!” I roar out loud, hoping her retreating figure will flinch and return. But it only encourages her to run as far away from me.   I sigh as I return back to the room and slump on my chair.   "Is something wrong with Miss Gaines, sir?” Finrel asks with caution and I don’t blame him. As my blood boiled from the earlier events and anyone could sense it a mile away.   I swiftly glare at him and he flinches yet he still enters the room.   "I don't understand humans," I reply despite my frustration as my hand runs around my tousled dark hair.   “Forget it. So, what did you say earlier, Finrel?”   "Ah, right. Mr. Bates has called to meet you later, sir."   I sigh. I am not in the mood to see him. "Is it still about his illegitimate child?"   "He said it is business-related."   It better be about business, Richard, I thought to myself.   "I'll see him later in my office."   "Understood."   He swiftly turns back to leave the room but a thought suddenly come

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