“Yep,” Drew didn’t even bat an eye as he lied, “Your forehead is bleeding. You need to undergo a proper check-up at least.”

Cristelle touched her forehead and let out a whimper. Drew was right. She didn’t even notice that she was bleeding.

“Cristelle, why is Diego also here?” Drew asked the question he knew Linford wanted to ask.

“Why would I know?” Cristelle was still pissed off, mentioning that man, “He’s probably a psycho.”

A psycho?

A faint smile showed up on Linford’s thin lips.

“You don’t want to see him?” Drew asked.

“I hope he can disappear. I don’t even know why he’s following me all the time,”...