36: You Are Entangled With Me

"Sarah, why would you do that?" I hissed.

"I can't hear you." Sarah turned a deaf ear and pushed me forward. Many people had anticipated expressions, watching me curiously.

"If I can't kill you, I swear I'll stop buying your clothes," I grumbled to myself.

Walking gradually, I reached Damien at last. I coughed slightly, gaining his attention.

"Do you want to dance?" Damien snorted.

"You," He arched a brow, unamusedly, "want to dance with me? What's the catch?"

"There's no... catch, Damien." It was all because of my lovable friend's courtesy.

"What if I say no?" He gazed down at me blankly.

My face became expressionless. Of course, he would not leave this chance to humiliate me.

"I would complain to Uncle Victor."

"Childish." He rolled his eyes. "Let's go."

"Where?" I eyed him suspiciously.

"To a dark alley to kill you."

It was my turn to snort. "You plan to kill me?"

"Who knows." He shrugged nonchalantly. I stopped myself from retorting. I wanted to cancel this event now