Love's Perfect Match

Looking at the beautiful yet unfamiliar face, the girl couldn't help but feel hostile toward Yelena. The arrogant girl asked, "Who are you? Don't you know this is not a place where you can come and go as you please?"

"I'm a friend." We've broken up, so it wouldn't be appropriate for me to call myself his girlfriend.

"Friend?" The girl looked at Yelena closely and clicked her tongue. "Mr. Damazio can't possibly be friends with people like you."

"What do you mean people like me? Do you have a problem with me? And why can't he be friends with me?" Yelena was furious at the girl's rudeness.

The girl scoffed. "Look at you. You're dressed up like a whore. Mr. Damazio is an elegant man. He wouldn't be friends with a whore."

Yelena laughed mirthlessly. "I guess you're new here, then. You must not know me."

The girl raised her head. "That might be true, but I know him well. There's no way a woman like you can be friends with Mr. Damazio." The girl thought Yelena only came here to hound Hank or annoy him. I can't and won't let her in.

"In that case, do you know I'm his ex?"

flashed in the girl's eyes, but it disappeared soon after. "I don't. So, you're his ex, huh? No wonder you're dressed

arms. Fine. Two can play the game. She eyed the girl up and down, saying, "What's your problem with my attire, anyway? I think I'm well dressed. You, on the other

humiliated. She wanted to fight back, but she knew she didn't exactly have the perfect body. Defeated, she muttered, "At

you can attract anyone with that chest of yours. It's not even big enough to form a cleavage." She had seen too many girls in her industry pulling this stunt. The girl was calling her a whore, but the girl was actually the one trying to seduce Hank. I despise women

top of being humiliated. "It popped open by accident. I'm not like you." Dang,

for any button to pop open

that, Yelena came out as the victor. Fresh out of the argument, the girl ran into the firm and closed the door. Then, she looked at Yelena smugly. So what if you won the argument? You still

was told he was on a call, she froze. He's not just on a call. He blocked my number. I can't believe he blocked

flipped through her Messenger and noticed that Hank had changed his

later. So, she texted again, 'You there?' Just

was out of options. I can't call him. Can't text him. And this b*tch won't let me in. How

for some reason, but then she was reminded of the way she treated Hank, and she shoved her stupid thoughts away. He didn't even yell at me when I yelled at him. I can't just give

receptionist glanced at her but said

"Open up."

voices, but the receptionist still got