After handling everything, she turned to me with a cold stare. "Hans, you're unbelievable! How can you get so angry over a game that you intentionally hurt someone? What's wrong with you? Apologize to Anthony!"
I shook my head in refusal.
Anthony gasped, tugging at Rosy. "Hey, Rosy, what are you doing? Hans is the birthday boy today. He's just a bit moody and wants to have some fun with me. I'm okay with it. Besides, I'm tough. I'll be fine in a couple of days."
Hearing this, Rosy's gaze toward me grew even colder. "Apologize! Don't make me do it myself!"
My phone suddenly rang. Too lazy to spare her a glance, I answered it directly. "Room 308. Deliver it straight there."
Being ignored completely infuriated Rosy. She grabbed my arm and forcibly dragged me in front of Anthony. She barked, "Apologize and get the hell out of here! Stop acting crazy!"
At that moment came a knock at the door. "Excuse me, Mr. Fletcher, your delivery!"
I wrenched free from Rosy's grip, took the package and handed it to her. "I bought the most expensive ones, ten in total. As long as all ten are negative, we'll let this go."