The Woman From Hell

Chapter 1822



He raised his head to look at me. His gaze switched from confusion to anger. "Who are you? Why did you pour water over me?"

The man stood up from the ground. He looked down at his soaked body and was furious.

I stared at him defensively. "It was the staff member here who called me to come over. You weren't sober just now and touched me. I just wanted you to wake up quickly."

He frowned and pointed at me. "I don't know you. Why would the staff member call you? I think you broke in on your own!"

"I broke in? For what?"

He scrutinized me, and there was some clarity in his gaze. "I know, you must be a fan. You know who my best bud is. That's why you came here while I was drunk. You took my phone and called my buddy to fulfill your fantasy as a fan, didn't you?!"

I tilted my head, feeling lost. "I'm not a fan, and I don't know who your buddy is."

Just then, another man came in from outside.

I looked closely. Was it actually him?

"And you said you don't know him. It's obvious enough that you called my buddy here. Bud, she's your

fan." The man stepped forward.

"I'm not," I denied.

"You..."

man wanted to say something else but was interrupted

"You know each other?"

we

a smile on his face. He turned his head and glanced at his friend. "Marius,

sorry. This is my friend, Marius Klein. He's

okay." I waved my

Marius' turn to be confused. He scratched his head. "What

find a place so that we can talk about

we found a barbecue shop

what happened, the two of them suddenly

case. I'm the one who was

Madam Grant.

with him anymore.

believing." t .Org

be a rather famous

he was. "We've offended you tonight. He recently

Wanya's, loss for missing out on you. You're

be

worthwhile." I