Chapter 32

Elena

‘She meant nothing to me. I saw her as my little social experiment and chose to interact with someone below my status. She is immature, naive, her personality is average, and so are her looks so—‘

“Man, I should’ve just punched him in the face when I had the chance to,” I complained as I almost ripped the dress from my body. What an odd thing to say when I was the one who had walked out on him.

“So he’s the one who so desperately wanted to meet up with me, and now I’m the issue?” I murmured, confused. He didn’t even seem to regret those hateful words because he had walked away right after.

Even when we were taking the pictures, he did not have the guts to look at me—and I knew that was what I wanted, but I wouldn’t take this slander. Whether he was in the cartel or not.

He made me look ridiculous, desperate, pathetic—while he was the