Chapter 82

I was walking down the corridor to the office when I saw Margarette come out of the door. All of a sudden, I felt like it seemed like my blood was pooling on my face. I sighed heavily. She is getting closer to me, and her smile is teasing me. It's even more annoying because she looks like a psychopath with her side bangs twisted in her fingers. If she thought she was beautiful, she was wrong. She is only a brand ambassador and a model because of her family connection.

“Hi, dear,” she said to me.

I raised my other eyebrow at her. It's early in the morning, but I feel like my beauty is already in the afternoon.

“Don't call me dear; we're not close.”

We both stopped walking. Now, we are looking at each other. If I wasn't thinking about Marcov, I would have slapped this woman's face.

“I don't want us to be close either. I'm just thinking about our boyfriends," she said, covering her mouth as if shocked by the words that came out of her mouth. "I apologize; it is not possible to tell t