#Chapter26
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/"So you don't know?/"
/"Am I expected to know?/" I crease my brows at Rose.
/"I've told you so many, many times. You are so dumb, you know?/" my jaw
hang open at her words. Is she serious right now?
I?
Dumb?
/"I'm dumb?/" I ask again.
/"Yes. Like you're really dumb. How can you not know?/" she says, taking
clothes from her closet and folding them neatly. There's a machine for
all these she is doing and even she didn't want to use the machine, the
workers are here to do all this, but she decided to wake us up, telling
me she wants to fold clothes herself.
/"Rose Michaels, I think you might have forgotten just who is right here
with you/" a smirk forming on my lips.
/"Of course not/" she replies, going to the desk to take up her earrings,
then going back to her closet. /"How can I? The infamous, William Fox,