You Have The Wrong Person

LUCILLE

"Is that who? I will not stand here and listen to your stupid questions. Excuse me," Angelina spat out, angered. She held the doorknob and pulled it open, attempting to walk into her suite.

But before she could do that, Francis clutched the door and banged it hard.

Angelina shrank back in fear, releasing her grasp on the doorknob.

"What are you...," Francis cut her short.

"Listen to me, Angelina. I know that is him, but what I do not understand is the reckless game you are playing. Regardless, tell him about me soon or else," Francis let out, pointing fingers at her. His expression was stoic and harsh.

"Or else what, Francis? What exactly can you do to me? Listen to me very well, I will not tell him about you and you cannot do anything about it," Angelina retorted brazenly. Her eyes were void of emotions.

"Okay, let's see then," Saying this, Francis stormed away.

As soon as he dispersed, Angelina heaved, covering her face and bending.

"This stupid love