He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Nothing. I just feel that you can be indecisive at times. Some people are just too loathsome, so much so that they should not exist in the first place."
"Are you responsible for what happened to Sierra?" I uttered the words that had been gnawing at the back of my mind.
Stubbing out the cigarette butt, he said nonchalantly, "She asked for it!"
"Irvin!" My body stiffened as if being frozen in a block of ice.
How did he become this person?
He said, looking seemingly unperturbed, "Her existence is worthless. To continue to live is to be a burden to others."
I landed a slap square across his face. My palm felt numb from the pain.
The man got out of the car with lightning speed and stood before me to stop me from harming Irvin.
Irvin stared at me as the blood spilt from the corner of his lip. He wiped the bloodstain off of his lip, looking undignified and ungentlemanly.
Then, he raised his eyebrows slyly towards me and asked, "Feeling sorry for her? Or were you disappointed with me?"
I breathed deeply while taking a few steps backward. "Irvin, you'd better not cross the line," I spat.
He pursed his lips and flashed a cold smile nonchalantly. "And where's Hendrix Roberts' line? Do you really think he's that gentle and tolerant? Have you ever seen how he forced his competitors to a corner?"
He bent down and inched closer to me. In a muted voice coupled with a dismal tone, he muttered, "He's way more insidious than I am. Arianna, there's always more to someone than meets the eye."
"Enough!" I yelled into the air, "It's getting late. I have to leave now."
While I was scurrying off, I felt pangs of ache in my heart from all the feelings I had bottled up.
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