AFTER receiving that message and such, how unlucky for her to cross with the man, she doesn’t want to see.

Hera wanted to rip off the man’s smile—more of a smirk from his lips but she controls herself. If only she can…

She heaved a deep sigh and avert her gaze away. She smiled when she saw Becky at the back of Dylan. She walked fast and pushed the glass door.

To avoid clashing with the man, she immediately turned to the right but hell, how unlucky she was when her arm bumped into his.

She stopped but never dared to look at him. She just bowed down and continue...