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"Everything went fine. But Derick was there when we arrived."
The mention of Derick's name was poison to my tongue. Everything that included him made Zhio go bitter and sometimes it meant a harder job for me. He was silently looking at me to continue.
"He was asking for Miss Claire's apology."
"And?"
Zhio gripped his pen tightly.
"She forgave him."
"That woman never learns," Zhio's lips curled sourly.
I knew he wouldn't like it.
(ZHIO)
"How could she be so stupid? Utterly stupid," my mind became chaotic once more. Deo's report clung to my mind more than what Mr. Fung did.
"Of course she'd do that. For all she knew, Derick has helped her family a lot. Why don't you just tell her the truth? Tell her it was you."
"Then what?" I looked lividly at Deo.
"She'd knew who I really am. No way."
"Do you want to wait until something bad happens to her?"
The sound of a message pinged in the tablet Deo was holding and he stared back at me as if he received something I don't want to know about.
"Speaking of the devil, Derick wants to see you," he said.
"He's outside. Are you going to accept or decline?"
Clearly something I don't want to hear or see.
I sighed exasperatedly.
"Let him in."
He nodded and opened the suite's door. Derick's tall figure emerged.
My blood boiled.
I dismissed Deo to leave the two of us alone. What Derick has to say was something only I should hear. And besides, I only want myself to see me punching him in the face again.
"Zhio," he walked towards me with a smile, his hands resting inside his pocket.
We had been acquaintances in the past, as with how he casually called me by the name. But now, it irritated me to hear he thought we're still in good terms with each other.
"What brings you here?" I forced back a bitter smile.
"I supposed you received the invitation," his eyes travelled to the card that rested on my table.
Eriez gave it sometime earlier but I forgot about it.
"But I knew you haven't even seen what it is."
Silence.
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