Chapter Forty-Seven: Betrayed

Betrayed

Minah shifted her gaze to Vincent who was sitting at the end of the table. There was a mischievous smirk etched across his lips, while Ava remained silent in her seat, her eyes were taunting, nevertheless.

“You’re late…” Ava spoke, glaring at her.

She tried her best to act calm when she sat on a chair that the waiter pulled out for her. Ava's eyelid may turn upside down, but she wouldn’t give a fuck. She hasn't even spared her a glance since, afraid that her eyes will meet Tobias's again. The latter was settled just across from her.

But instead, she glanced at her wristwatch, reminding herself to leave right away as soon as she's done what she needed to say. First of all, being plastic was not her character, especially to them. Secondly, she was itching so much to pick up the fork sitting in front of her and stab Vincent using it many times over.

The nerve of this devil to grin like that as if he was all pure. She believed that people all have evil in them. In her case,