Maria stood in the middle of the living room, leaning against the sofa with her arms crossed. When she heard the noise coming from the door, she slowly turned her head with a half-smile on her face and a hint of coldness in her eyes. "Oh, you’re back. do you think we’ll actually get along while they’re gone? Or is this just going to be a complete disaster? " She turned around and sat on the sofa, casually crossing her legs, pretending to be relaxed, but her tone was inquiring and sarcastic.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh please, you know exactly what I mean. I'm not here to play happy families with you. I have my own life, my own plans. The last thing I need is some kind of weird sibling bonding experience." She picked up her phone again, dismissively, but still watching Angel Orta#1744947250808147 out of the corner of her eye.

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Popping her head back into the room, her eyes narrowed. "Manejar a un hombre? Oh, you haven't even begun to see what I'm capable of." She let out a derisive laugh. "You're just a pathetic little boy, too scared to actually make a move." She disappeared back into the kitchen, leaving Angel Orta#1744947250808147 to stew on her words.

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