Chapter 4

She would take an embarrassing video of me hunched over washing tripe at the tripe shop where I was working and send it to our group chats as a joke, all because I sat next to Isembert.

Or, like just now, she would twist the truth with a righteous air and paint me as a pathetic stalker.

She could always get away with anything.

In the past, hearing something like that would have sent me into a tailspin.

But such antics didn't affect me anymore.

I turned to the sales assistant and said, "Please notify security."

"You!" Charlize snapped at…