EVELYN
“Isn’t that Arthur walking along the road with that briefcase? He looks crazy, damn.” Lionel muttered, his face scrunching up. “s**t girl, it’s on every blog…”
My heart squeezed harder for him, my fists clenching.
“What are they saying?” I asked Lionel in a whisper, twisting my head to look at Lionel directly, no longer from the mirror in front of me. My hairdresser followed my movement, sighing a little.
“They’re saying a lot, girl. They’re really talking that man down.” Even Lionel seemed worried, judging by the lines on his forehead. Unable to hold back anymore, I snatched the phone from him and decided to look through the post and comments myself.
Shaking my head, I handed the phone back to him.
“I’m giving him two cars back.” I said, my heart racing.
Lionel scoffed. “Wha
