The Woman From Hell

"If that's your answer, President Zeke, then I won't trouble you. But I do wonder why you didn't ask the Yards for an explanation after all these years since you have entanglements with them."

I looked at Gareth with a calm gaze, and he looked back at me with doubt in his eyes. Brows furrowed, his expression shifted in the blink of an eye. "What do you know?"

Eyes shining, I laughed lightly. "I don't know anything. Since you're not interested, President Zeke, I'll stop bothering you. If you do change your mind, please feel free to contact me."

With that said, I fished out a name card from my bag and placed it on the table before turning around to leave. Before I left, I left my final words. "Are you not afraid that the person you love will rebuke you for not asking for an explanation?" "Who the hell are you? What do you know?!"

I heard his roaring voice behind me but left without turning back. "Unless you agree, I'll tell you nothing. I look forward to your call."

I took the elevator to the underground parking. The moment I stepped out of the elevator, a force pulled me away. The man stuffed me into the car before locking the door.

I caressed my wrist which was rubbed red from his grip and looked up to glance at him. "What are you doing, President Grant?"

Theo probably pulled me here without saying anything to ask me about my intentions with Gareth Zeke.

Sure enough, his questioning voice immediately sounded in my ears. "Why did you come to Zeke Shimmer?"

"We're already divorced, so it's not good for you to be asking too much, President Grant. I can do whatever I want and you can't stop me. Please open the door. I want to leave!"

I was in a hurry to leave as being in the same space with Theo disgusted me. I fiddled with the car door.

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"Let me go, Theo!"

"I will not."

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