The next day, Quinn Ortega arrived at my and Yolanda Robinson's home with a group of people.

Was he going to take out his anger on Yolanda Robinson?

I stood in front of Yolanda, determined to protect her despite my own helplessness. Yolanda, clutching her phone, glared at Quinn Ortega.

“You’re trespassing. I’ve already called the police.”

“Which room is Nicole’s?” Quinn Ortega stepped into the living room with no regard for boundaries.

“What are you planning to do?” Yolanda instinctively blocked the door to my room.

With a mere glance from Quinn Ortega, his bodyguards forcefully moved Yolanda aside. He opened the door to my room, where many of...