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The car came to a stop in front of a mall, and Hazel gracefully stepped out. Her bodyguard, the one Francisco hired for her, remained dutifully by her side. Hazel took a moment to look around, the wheels in her mind turning.
'I need to run away from here.'
'I don’t have my passport or anything. Francisco took everything from me.'
As they started walking, Hazel abruptly halted in front of a dazzling diamond shop. A spark of mischief gleamed in her eyes as she declared, "I want to buy diamonds."
"No problem, ma’am. Boss gave a card for you," her bodyguard replied.
Hazel arched her eyebrows, feigning surprise, and asked, "I see."
She tilted her head and added, "What is your name?"
"You can call me Arthur."
A slight smile played on Hazel's lips as she said, "Arthur, you should be a model."
Hazel's comment caught Arthur off guard, and he blushed slightly. He wasn't accustomed to compliments, especially not from the likes of Hazel.