I didn’t want anything to do with them anymore.
So I texted my boss and asked for leave.
I just wanted to leave quietly.
But—
“Dahlia.”
Her voice stopped me.
I froze.
Celine walked toward me slowly, her eyes still slightly red, like she had been crying. “After everything you did to me… you’re not even going to apologize?” she said softly. “You’re just going to run away like this?”
I looked at her.
Then I answered calmly, “I already told you. I didn’t do anything. If you keep spreading lies about me, I’ll sue you for defamation.”
Her expression stiffened.
I turned to leave.
But before I could take more than a few steps, someone blocked my way. It was Argus’s bodyguards.
“STOP!”
My chest tightened.
Then a cold liquid poured over my head. Strong alcohol soaked through my clothes, running down my face, my neck, my entire body.
…
The music cut off so suddenly it felt like everything snapped. One second it was loud and messy, the next… dead silent. Everyone turned to look at me, not shocked, not confused, just watching like they were waiting for something entertaining.
“You really think you can walk away after what you did?” someone laughed. “Dahlia, I didn’t know you were this vicious.”