Meanwhile, Alfred was sending the recording of their conversation to his boss. He had been hiding on the balcony the whole time.

Boss would be so pissed off if he got to know Cristelle was here together with Diego.

Alfred shuddered, thinking about the consequences. He knew how possessive Linford was.

“What happened to your forehead?” Diego suddenly let go of her wrist, trapping Cristelle between his arms as he checked out on her.

Cristelle suddenly felt suffocated and couldn’t even move, struggling. “Stay the fuck away from me! Or I’m gonna call for help now!”

Diego looked panicked, “Geez. Cristelle, you’re bleeding! You need to go to the hospital!”...