It never occurred to me that I might run into Debra here.
Five years ago, after Debra ran out of the bar and disappeared, there was no news about her anymore. I secretly sent someone to Look for her, but unfortunately, they came back empty-handed.
I was surprised when Debra suddenly showed up here. Even more surprising was the fact that she had become Adam’s secretary. I instantly knew that something was off. She was probably sent here by Colin or someone else in the Silver Ridge Pack. After all, the pack also coveted Roz Town.
“A prostitute?”
After a moment’s silence, Debra’s eyes turned bloodshot and her voice became eerily low and cold. “Until now, you still think that I’m a prostitute?”
“Aren’t you?” I asked back with a frown.
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Debra didn’t answer. She just Looked at me, disappointment written all over her face.
For some reason, I felt annoyed by the way she looked at me. I subconsciously raised my voice and barked, “Debra, I can pay you more than whatever the others are paying you. You have nothing to lose!”
Still, Debra didn’t say a word. She gritted her teeth and glared at me, as though she was trying to bite back a retort.
“You’re the greediest prostitute I’ve ever met, Debra Clarkson,” I said irritably.
My words seemed to crush her psychological defense. She couldn’t help but shout angrily, “I’m not a prostitute, Caleb! I never was!” She didn’t sound like she was lying.
“Prove it, Debra,” I said dryly, rolling my eyes at her impatiently.
Back then, Colin had come straight to me and attempted to blackmail me. Obviously, they had colluded together, yet she still had the audacity to pretend to be innocent in front of me.
Debra glared at me murderously. “Prove it? I don’t need to prove anything to an asshole like you!”
Then she stood up and left without Looking back.
I watched her leave, brows furrowed tightly. Why was she so angry all of a sudden?
I didn’t understand. Didn’t Debra just want money? Just now, I told her I was willing to give her whatever amount she wanted. Why did she reject my offer? What a strange she-wolf!
But what puzzled me even more was the fact that seeing her so disappointed and sad now made me feel just as annoyed as I felt five years ago.
The feeling was indescribable. It was Like a needle pricking at my heart, causing it to bleed.
“Damn it!” I couldn’t help but curse aloud. Unlike five years ago, I chased after her this time.
Debra’s POV:
I ran out of the restaurant without looking back. ALL the pent-up anger and grievance suddenly surged up in my heart, ready to explode at any moment.
