"Don't pull this petty stunt again—you're in no position to meddle between me and her!"
Elvis snapped, his voice razor-sharp with irritation. He despised how this woman kept tampering with his life without permission.
Yuki's nails drew blood from her palms as she shrieked at his retreating back, "How dare you blame me! Why won't you admit that woman's nothing but a gold-digging tramp?"
Tear tracks glistened on her cheeks. Her—the crowned Miss Europe—losing to some housewife? The humiliation burned. She'd given him everything, only to be tossed aside like trash. What more could she possibly do?
"Don't play dumb. I know every move you've made. Those missing 2 million yen from your account—care to explain?"
His tone was arctic, not even glancing back as he walked away, leaving her chokin
