As they were riding on the 101, the rain pounded the windows of the limo relentlessly. Michael kept dozing off and melati, jasmine still had not regained coniciousness.
Bobby called Michael disturbing his nap.
"Mr. Jackson, is the young lady awake yet?"
"No."
"What are anda going to do with her, sir?"
"I don't really have a choice, but to take her utama with me."
"Sir, I really hate to disagree with you, but I don't think that is a good idea."
"I don't really care what anda think, Bobby. I'm not going to abandon this girl and I don't want to talk about this anymore. Do anda understand?"
Bobby sighed and said,...
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