Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 50: Ash Wanted To Handle Things Differently

"Why do you ask?" I inquired, trying to stay polite.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest, glaring at me with an annoyed expression.

"Can't even pay a debt, yet when something happens, I'm the one the police chase and interrogate? What kind of stupidity is that, right?"

Her words made my eyes widen. Does this mean she's the wealthy woman my neighbors said came to our house? How does she have the nerve to show up here? "Poor people really have no shame," she added, making me lose all my patience.

She's someone who seems to have nothing better to do than belittle other people's lives.

"Don't you think I should be the one saying that to you?" I said, mimicking her tone. "You've got some nerve showing up here. Don't you see what you did to my mom?"

I dropped all my politeness. She doesn't deserve them-talking to her felt like speaking to a demon.

"Your mother is just pretending so she doesn't have to pay." She pushed me aside to peek into my mom's room. "Does she think she can escape her debt to me by pretending to be bedridden? Even in the afterlife, I'll make sure she pays." "She's not pretending. She's in critical condition because of you, whoever you are," I firmly told her, my fists tightening as I tried to keep control.

I was clenching them as if that was the only way I could hold onto the last bit of patience I had.

"Are you so sure about that? Then, let's see."

She grabbed the doorknob and was about to open the door to my mom's room, but I quickly grabbed her hand, my nails digging into her skin. My nails were long enough that if she didn't stop, I wouldn't hesitate to hurt her further.

"What? I thought you were confident?" she sneered at me, yanking her arm free from my grip.

It seemed like I had hurt her, as she winced, and I felt a small sense of satisfaction. It was oddly pleasing to upset people like her.

eyes," I said, staring her down. "You're not even pretty, and on top of that, you have an ugly personality. Your life must be

and then I felt her heavy hand slap

as I turned to face her. I sighed in disgust, rubbing my cheek slightly. What is it with my cheeks that people always want to

it didn't really hurt. What hurt more were the terrible things she said about my mom. I didn't even know what debt

slapped her. Not once, but

the police station

she came to the hospital to cause trouble. I rolled my eyes as I watched her put on a dramatic

my legs and arms. I was getting impatient and wanted to leave, but they were taking

I still needed to return to the hospital to

call anyone because I still didn't have my phone, and even if I did, I wouldn't have anyone to call except

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though I hadn't asked for his help, and even though I had done something terrible

rage as he entered the police station, and his expression darkened even more when he glanced at me. His gaze grew even darker when he

saw him clench his fists slightly before glaring

think you should go first," he said with authority, placing both hands on the table,

I couldn't figure out what was going through his mind. How did

Even the few female police officers at the station stopped typing on their laptops just

bad for me that I was more focused on his looks than on his reason for being

who are you?" the

"And

and I saw the concern in his

moving my face as if checking for any other injuries besides the redness on my

his hand away, making him