Zoey's face flushed a deep red. She had never expected Charles to bring up the humiliation she suffered years ago. She didn't care about a few baseless rumors—but what made things unbearable was that the man in question was clearly in league with Charles, and he was a noble from high society. Every accusation pointed straight at her, and she had no way to fight back.
"I'm giving you ten minutes. Get changed and come out. If you really don't want to shoot, then leave. I, Charles, don't care about losing a few bucks," he whispered coldly in her ear before turning around and walking out with Janet in tow.
When Zoey saw their hands tightly intertwined, her lungs nearly exploded with rage. Why was it that every time she was up against this man, she came out losing?
She wanted to tear off that cold, indifferent mask of his and see him panic for once. Or was he really as heartless and cruel as the rumors claimed?
