Chapter 11 Premuin Black Card
- "My mom will clock sixty years in the next two months. My mom is everything to me. She's precious to me. Please, help me." She continued to beg. Anabel was walking across the office and heard their voice. She turned towards the office.
- "Oh! I can see! Your mom was fifteen when she gave birth to you." The manager said…
- "She must be a product of a single mother. poor people." The HR added.