Upon hearing those compliments, Whitney couldn’t help but crumple the clothes in rage. For fuck’s sake…! To think that he was flirting with Xavia online while she was left here to suffer his mother’s wrath! No! This couldn’t do! Tossing the clothes into a pail, the infuriated woman then strode off to find Zivon!
Zivon himself had just completed a project that he had been working on in the past few days, and he had been meaning to get some rest so that he could visit Xavia again tonight. Alas, just as he was about to leave, the loud slamming of a car’s door could be heard. It was so loud, in fact, that everyone in the area immediately turned to face the sound…
“…Hey, why does she look so familiar…?”
“Don’t you remember? That’s that bitch Whitney who tried to prevent Xavia from marrying our teacher!”
“That’s her? I thought she left Darlsbury!”
“Right? Regardless, just looking at her feels unpleasant…”
Though their comments were filled with disgust, none of them could rival the hatred in Zivon’s glare. To think that she would come over to look for him! Following a sneer, he walked up to her before asking, “Why are you here?”
Glaring back, Whitney retorted, “We need to have a talk!”
Not wanting her to cause a scene here, Zivon squinted before growling, “…We’ll talk at your place. You’re not entering my car.”
Naturally, she continuously attempted to hail several cabs, but nobody wanted to pick her up. After walking for ages, she was eventually desperate enough to just hail a rickshaw cycle! Even though she no longer had to walk, it still took about two hours before she finally arrived at her doorstep again…
Upon entering, the exhausted woman was quickly greeted by the sight of the godlike man. Noticing that she had returned, the man simply crossed his legs on the couch before saying, “You’ve wasted a good deal of my time, so you only have ten minutes to say what you want.”
Feeling something snap within her, Whitney roared, “I did not give you that fucking antidote to be humiliated like this…! What, leaving your mother to torture me wasn’t enough?! You had to flirt with Xavia behind my back as well?! Are you even worthy of that antidote?!”
Despite her hysteria, Zivon remained as cool as a cucumber as he replied…
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