Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Chapter 503 Another Catfight

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

with the personal attack? Annoyed by the girl's smug grin, Yelena stood up and crossed her arms. Fine. Two can play the game. She eyed the girl up and down, saying, "What's your problem

she didn't exactly have the perfect body. Defeated, she muttered, "At least I'm not a

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

popped open

enough for any

the argument, the girl ran into the firm and closed the

Hank, but when she was told he was on a call, she froze. He's not just on

noticed that Hank had changed his profile picture. She texted him, and to her delight, he hadn't blocked

she texted again, 'You there?' Just then, she was told she couldn't reply to the conversation. He blocked me on FB as

him. Can't text him. And

felt a bit exasperated 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 up now. She mustered up her courage and

receptionist glanced at

"Open up."