"Only a tasteless man like Theo Grant could fall in love with a woman like you. Aren't you lucky?" Tory Zimmerson asked in disdain.
His words enraged me.
I looked up and glared at him. "Are you sick in the head, Tory? Can't you talk like a civilized person? Why are you giving me attitude?"
I was not provoking him. I only reprimanded him because he took away my phone and answered my calls as he pleased.
Tory's expression was filled with rage, but he did not say anything else.
I could not be bothered with him. I knelt on
the ground and picked up my wrecked phone.
I was not sure what he was thinking, but he reached out and shoved me, making me fall to the ground.
Then, he left in a huff with his phone in his hand.
I cursed him internally. Was he insane? Surely, only a madman would do something like this.
I had given all my cash to Anthony, and Tory had destroyed my phone. There was no way I could call for a cab now.
Seeing that Tory had not gone far, I called out to him, "Please wait a minute, Mr.
Zimmerson."
He stopped and turned to look at me, fixing me an icy glare. "What now?"
"Since you broke my phone, I have no way of calling a cab. Can you please send me home?”
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