The man swaggered over, tossed the mop at my feet, and looked at me with open contempt."So, you're Callum Brook?"I froze. How did he know me?He let out a short, disdainful laugh before turning to Stacie, his smirk triumphant. "I told you these low-lifes are a pain to deal with, and you just wouldn't listen!"He turned and took a plush towel from a staff member before draping it over Stacie's shoulders. Then he began drying her off as if he were her husband.As he fussed over her, he complained, "Honestly, Stacie, you overdid it. You were only supposed to play around for a few weeks, not five years."Now look. This loser's stuck on you."After saying that, he even ruffled her hair like he was scolding a disobedient puppy.Stacie let him do whatever he pleased, but her uneasy eyes were fixed on me.The realization hit me like a blow. It turned out that all this time, I was nothing more than a toy and a prop in some flirtatious bet between a socialite and her rich heir boyfrie
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