“Ah, so you’re mad because of that waitress?” Carlo’s face lit up with a look of mock realization, but it was so exaggerated that anyone could tell he was faking it. The only genuine thing was the smug smile plastered on his face. “I only gave her my business card. Are you jealous?”
Lyla felt like a needle had just pierced her heart. She tried to suppress her emotions, keeping her voice cold as she replied, “No. What I’m saying is, if you hurt any of my students at this school, I will call the police.”
“Hurt them?” Carlo let out a chuckle. “It was just a business card. How could I have possibly hurt her? I can give you one too, if you want.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an identical card.
“I don’t want it...” Lyla started to refuse, but her eyes caught something on the
