Alaric
After sending all the evidences that could prove that it was her mistress' daughter who had stir up some ruckus to Elena that lead for Elena to be insulted and mocked online, I received a call from Diego.
I leaned on the backseat while Julian was concentrating in driving the car back at the company after we had just left at the mall—not even minding when Cecelia had begged and plead for mercy.
Mercy? If it weren't for my intervention, I doubt Elena could still get out from her apartment without being insulted, pointing their fingers, and talking badly about her.
She should know the consequences of her actions.
Does she think she could get away from what she have done this time?
Not under my watch.
After letting it ring for a few minutes, I had swiped the green
