LEVI’S POV
“Me, a fuckboy? I knew Franco was up to no good,” I muttered, my annoyance simmering just beneath the surface. How could he accuse me of that? Sure, I had a wild past, but that was ancient history. Franco didn’t have a clue about who I really was.
I stared at Isabella’s message on my phone, frustration mounting. Why did Franco feel the need to spill my old secrets? Did he even know anything about it or it’s just office gossip?
“Why would he tell her that? And now she’s asking me to keep it a secret. Would it be too petty to sack him? I mean, since he now claims to know too much about me, he might as well use that to get a job elsewhere.” I thought.
He doesn’t know me. None of them do.
I stared at the message again, frustration and resentment bubbling within me as I leaned
