CHAPTER 23
“You know, I don’t have time for such losers!” she spat, rolling her eyes with exaggerated disdain. Her sharp gaze locked onto mine, brimming with malice. “Just so you know,” she continued, her voice rising with pride, “I’ve got evidence that DJ will definitely want to see.”
She raised her phone high, deliberately waving it in front of me like a trophy, her smug smile curling at the edges of her lips. “Enjoy your little relationship while it lasts,” she taunted, venom dripping from her every word.
Without waiting for a response, she spun on her heel, the sharp click of her stilettos slicing through the hushed tension of the café. As she walked away, the sound of her heels echoed like a slow countdown. But this time, it wasn’t just me who noticed.
I glanced around and saw a f
