Chapter One Hundred Forty Three

This bastard was a great psychopath who thinks the world revolves around him. What money is he still talking about, the one I agreed to give him but then he sent his useless goon to come wreck my apartment. Or the money he didn’t work for.

“I….I don’t have any money right….” Once again I got interrupted.

“Don’t you dare play these sick games with me, Emily? I know you have the money, you told me you will get the money so where the fuck is it!”

He growled.

I had to remove the phone from my ear so I wouldn’t go daft with his shouting.

“I used the same money to repair my apartment your goons destroyed and I also bought treatment with them,” I answered while biting my inner cheek.

He said I was his, right, well then I want to see how he is going to react to this.

“I don’t give a flying fuck about your stupid and almost broken apartment Emily! Neither do I give one fuck about your fucking health, get me that money before the end of tomorrow Emily or you wouldn’t like what I will do,