Allen pov :
“Ahh!”
I looked up.
It wasn’t Robert.
It was James.
The knife had hit his arm. Blood was running down his white shirt.
The knife fell from my hand.
“J... James? What are you doing here?”
He held his arm. He didn’t look angry. He looked shocked.
Then anger flooded me again. It all made sense.
“I understand now,” I shouted, voice shaking. “This was you. You and Reyan and Robert and Zooi.
You’re all working together. You want to use me.”
He stared at me like he didn’t believe me. Like he thought I was crazy.
That made me angrier.
I pointed at him. “But I’m not weak. I will make you all pay.
You rich people think you can do anything. You’re wrong.”
He stared at me for a second. Then he laughed softly.
He picked up the knife from the floor and held it out to me.
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