Chapter 115. The Intensity of Her Wrath

Ayana’s POV

A long moment of silence passes. Robby is staring at me as if he is staring at a ghost. I don’t think my words have really been digested in his system. He is still trying to decide whether or not he really heard me right.

I leave him to bathe in his shock as I turn to this bitch cowering to his back. Her eyes were on me when I was addressing Robby, but now she is scrolling through her phone with her shaky hands. In fact, her whole body is wobbling. “Be going before I escort you out!” I scream, pushing past Robby.

Unfortunately, in a gamble to stop me, he grabs the same hand that he hurt earlier, and I groan in pain as I pull myself from him. He lets go quickly, stepping aside. Shiet!

“Sorry!” He sighs off, as if telling me that I brought this upon myself.

“Youb are still here?” I squeal at Grace, who is dialed some number, and she starts leaping to the door.

“Alright, fine! Fine! Just, let me call my driver and...”

“Safe y