Richard's POV
My hand freezes halfway to my ears, allowing my phone to crash to the floor, as soon as my eyes flash to catch sight of her red car driving off.
Shit!
She must have bumped into Eve downstairs.
Without hesitation, I grab the phone and run back into the living room to get my shirt and car keys before heading out.
Shit!
That bitch. I wonder how she got to know this place. I'll make sure she never steps foot here again.
With that determination, I dash out, not bothering to take the elevator, and quickly descend the staircase before sprinting to the car.
My insides are in disarray. My mind is jumbled.
What exactly am I supposed to tell Arabel for her to believe me? That bitch had never stepped foot in here; this is her first, but I am sure Arabel won't believe it.
When I am inside my car, I angrily slam my fist on the wheels. My phone begins to ring, and I pick it up.
“What?!” I bark into the phone, reversing out of the gate and turning onto the road at a high speed.
“I want
