Darmiel walked toward the gate of the Grayson mansion and looked at the blue sedan car from a distance with his eyes squinting.
“What the hell is she doing here?!” he thought, pissed off. He got his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
“Hello!” Darmiel said hissing when his call has been answered.
“Hello, Honey, so, you have noticed me at last,” the voice on the other line was of mockery and Darmiel’s anger heightened.
“Are you stalking me, Glecy? Are you that desperate?” he asked in an insulting tone and Glecy burst out in laughter.
“Stalking? No, my honey babe, I am following you because I wanted to know why you just dumped me,” Glecy replied on the other line chuckling. “So, may I know, why you are with the Grayson’s?”
“It is none of your business Glecy. Just get out of my
