“No!” Cristelle whipped around and walked away.

Her old phone was crushed by a truck. She had bought a new one, and now Diego had taken it away again. Cristelle only wanted to slap this dumbass.

“You disgust me, Diego.” Pissed off, she managed to say that while pacing faster.

“It’s still better than being forgotten by you, isn’t it?”

“Can you stop? I’m gonna vomit,” Cristelle walked down the street.

In an exclusive cafe, Linford was reading a book, a cup of coffee placed by its side.

His eyes darted out of the French window now and then.

Drew was having a piece of cake, scrolling down his cellphone,...