HERA WAS busy vacuuming her room when her phone rang. She heaved a sigh and walk towards the wooden table and pick the phone up.

Her forehead creased when she saw who’s the caller.

“Yes?”

“Dylan is fucking pestering me because he’s broken-hearted!” Mary’s loud voice roared which makes her pull the phone away from her ear.

“W-What?”

“Dylan is calling me—and bragging to me that I will talk to you! What the hell just happened, Hera? I have a mission and I can’t concentrate because of the simultaneous calls from him.”

Hera can imagine how mad Mary was. But why does Dylan needs to bother her friend if he...