"Oh my God, Mr. Satan really said that?" Olivia exclaimed, her anger evident as she nibbled on her ice cream. "I used to think he was decent. I even thought you'd have a good life with him. Turns out he's just another jerk."

Early that morning, Emily received a call from Olivia, and the two arranged to meet at a café near the Hilton Hotel.

Emily cradled a cup of hot milk, sipping it slowly. "You can't say that. After all, he's spent a lot of money on me, and he has been decent to me."

"You're too naive. He even wears a mask while driving, clearly not wanting you...