Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 503 Another Catfight

Looking at the beautiful yet unfamiliar face, the girl couldn't help but feel hostile toward Yelena. The arrogant girl asked, "Who are you? Don't you know this is not a place where you can come and go as you please?"

"I'm a friend." We've broken up, so it wouldn't be appropriate for me to call myself his girlfriend.

"Friend?" The girl looked at Yelena closely and clicked her tongue. "Mr. Damazio can't possibly be friends with people like you."

"What do you mean people like me? Do you have a problem with me? And why can't he be friends with me?" Yelena was furious at the girl's rudeness.

The girl scoffed. "Look at you. You're dressed up like a whore. Mr. Damazio is an elegant man. He wouldn't be friends with a whore."

Yelena laughed mirthlessly. "I guess you're new here, then. You must not know me."

The girl raised her head. "That might be true, but I know him well. There's no way a woman like you can be friends with Mr. Damazio." The girl thought Yelena only came here to hound Hank or annoy him. I can't and won't let her in.

"In that case, do you know I'm his ex?"

soon after. "I don't. So, you're his ex, huh? No

girl up and down, saying, "What's

felt humiliated. She wanted to fight back, but she knew she didn't exactly have the perfect body. Defeated, she muttered, "At least I'm not a whore like

then looked at the girl's chest and scoffed. "Really? Then, why did you unbutton your chest button? Not like you can attract anyone with that chest of yours. It's not even big enough to form a cleavage." She had seen too many girls in her industry pulling this stunt. The girl was calling her a whore, but the girl was actually

of being humiliated. "It popped open by accident. I'm not like you." Dang, she's sharp, the girl

big enough for any button to pop

firm and closed the door. Then, she looked

tried calling Hank, but when she was told he was on a call, she froze. He's not just on a call. He blocked

and noticed that Hank had changed his profile picture. She texted him, and to her delight, he

a few minutes later. So, she texted again, 'You there?' Just then, she was told she couldn't reply to the conversation. He blocked

of options. I can't call him. Can't text him. And this b*tch won't let me in. How could he do

shoved her stupid thoughts away. He didn't even yell at me when I yelled at him. I can't just

receptionist glanced at her but

"Open up."