Chapter 112: From Hell

"Do I need to repeat myself, Ash Cassius?" I asked, feeling irritated.

"First time you've called me by my full name, Sapphire Jade." He smirked, taking the phone from his pocket. "I loved it. Say it again-I'll record it this time." I raised an eyebrow. What the hell?

I lunged for his phone with thoughts of throwing it off a rooftop, or smashing it to bits. But he quickly pulled it away, grinning.

"I don't have time for your games," I said, my voice firm.

He smiled. "Well, I have plenty of time."

"I'm not in the mood, Ash. I'm warning you."

I hate it. Why wasn't he intimidated by me like everyone else?

He took out what was inside the bag he was holding, and my forehead creased as I saw it was a strawberry cake.

"You like this, don't you? I bought it for you," he said, holding the cup out toward me, but I didn't take it.

But my stomach growled so badly, so I stepped aside from my pride for now.

"There's a reason I came here," he said, smiling as I ate the strawberry cake. "If you want to know why, have breakfast with me, Sapphire."

I COULDN'T understand how the hell I ended up here, sitting across from him in a restaurant here in my condo building, eating breakfast with my enemy.

"Were you starving for a month? Slow down," Ash said, seeing how I'd been shoveling rice into my mouth nonstop.

I'm only like this because I'm nervous, jerk.

I wanted to say it, but I knew he'd misinterpret it, so I swallowed the words.

food is great. You've hired top-tier chefs, huh?"

checked my phone, which had vibrated three times. I hadn't answered because

"Isn't that why you're here? She told

look at him in surprise.

an eyebrow. "Then

interested in is right in front of

me freeze. My

wanted to see

making his voice sound

trying to shake off the questions

do you mean by that?" I

hear me, Ash continued to eat

in my chair, crossing my arms, ready to leave anytime. He seemed prepared too;

just one," I said, hoping he'd respond. "Where have you been? Where did you hide

seemed to have

up to leave. "And it

good idea. Now here I am, in a sour mood as I arrive at

"Good morning, Ma'am Miller."

me as I walked in; some of them knew me. I was often in their

my clothes-a white sleeveless shirt, white blazer, and a black

I wanted to look presentable

closing the doors before anyone else could get in. I

he meant because I froze.

and anger in his eyes were seared into

Because he shot me.

tried to

reason more valid

thought, I didn't realize I had already reached the 30th floor. I quickly walked to the familiar

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