Skylar thrashed the bouquet of flowers against the steering wheel, her screams echoing through the car. “Marcel rejected me! All because of Jenna! That b*tch! I’m going to tear them apart!” Her voice was raw with rage, and her breathing grew ragged as she struggled to control herself.
With trembling hands, she grabbed her phone and quickly dialed a number. “Laura, can we meet? I need to talk to you,” she snapped, her voice still laced with fury. She didn’t wait for a response and ended the call abruptly, her mind already racing with plans.
Tossing her phone onto the passenger seat, she gripped the steering wheel and sped out of the parking lot, her resolve solidifying with each passing second.
Meanwhile, in his office, Marcel stood before the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, his hand
