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Becky nodded, adding with a smirk, "Oh, and so is Kwong. Did you see her during that last meeting? The girl couldn't focus on a damn thing except this one." She jabbed a thumb toward Orm, who was now blushing furiously.




"Stop it, you guys..." Orm mumbled, though her grin widened as she tried to hide her flushed cheeks.




In the backseat, Prig continued her battle with the plastic bags, she nudged Becky. "Can't we drop this stuff off at your grandma's first? They're driving me insane back here."




Becky shook her head, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. "Nope. I need to grab a couple more things, and then we'll drop them off." She pulled into the market parking lot, unclipping her seatbelt as she opened the door. "Stay here. I'll be quick."




Prig rolled her eyes as Becky stepped out of the car, walking around to the trunk where a worker was loading a massive bottle of laundry detergent.



Prig turned to Orm, nudging her playfully. "Still thinking about your lover?"



Orm chuckled, humming softly in response.



The sudden ringing of Becky's phone echoed through the car speakers, cutting through the moment. Prig leaned forward, shouting, "Becks! Your girl's calling!"



Becky, too busy haggling over the price of the detergent, waved dismissively. "Answer it! She's probably in the store. Just tell her the order's under her name!"



Prig reached for to the car screen, but Orm beat her to it, pressing the accept button.



Before Prig could say a word, Freen's voice crackled through the car's speakers, hurried and sharp with irritation. "Baby, listen, I'm going to tell you something, but promise me you won't get mad. Kwong is leaving for London tonight like leaving leaving. Don't ask too many questions, but she hasn't yet to tell Kornnaphat a—"



Freen's voice abruptly stopped, and there was a pause before she asked cautiously, "Becky? Are you there?"




The car fell silent. 




Orm's heart stopped for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. "L-London?" she stammered, her voice shaking. "What are you talking about?"

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