"Yes, I didn't forget but to let me be stranded and twist your words how you wanted, don't you think it is a little more than a foul?" she glared at him. If she could, she would have burned Damien with just her gaze for the humiliation she was feeling right now.
Damien tched at her words. Shaking his head in disappointment, "Don't turn it around me. You are a councilwoman and should be wise enough to know what you are getting into when it comes to the deals you make. I upheld my side of the deal of what you wanted from me," he smiled, looking at Mr. Prescley who was waiting for her, "Speaking about foul play, don't you think you are trying too hard when I have been clear enough to let you in that I have no interest in you."
"You could have refused it instead of bringing me here to only send with this damn old man," Evelyn spoke through her gritted teeth.
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