The Playboy's Downfall
Language: en
"So you never even liked me? Chloe just paid you to string me along?" The arrogant young heir standing in front of me looked as black as a thundercloud. I lowered my head, drowning in guilt and regret. "I'm sorry..." "Get the hell out!" His eyes were completely red. I felt a twinge of pity, but I was more afraid of getting hit. The guy was notorious for his terrible temper. So, I grabbed my bag and bolted. Faintly, I heard the sound of glass shattering behind me, followed by a roar: "I tell you to get out and you actually leave?! You liar!" It must be my imagination. Definitely my imagination!