RankNovelChapter 468 Chapter 468: He was certain they had Zola under their control, convinced she couldn't make any moves without their supervision.
Zola's voice resonated in the car, brimming with cunning plots and the bitterness of unrequited love. She couldn't bear not possessing what she desired; she was ready to tear down anything in her way.
Late at night, at a bar, After several rounds of drinks, Zola was tipsy yet alert.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen a group of men approached her, she hesitated but eventually gave in to their advances.
She believed she was already tainted; there was no facade left to maintain. She was there to indulge herself. They retreated to a private room, reveling until the early morning hours.
Around three in the morning, the bar staff, cautious of trouble, served them sobering drinks before they left. Zola got hjust before four.
The headlights of her car illuminated Milford, who was perched on the stairs, clutching his backpack and trembling in the crisp autumn air.
Even his breath seemed cold now.
Zola, with keys in hand, stepped out of the car, ignoring Milford as she headed straight indoors.
G☐☐☐☐VE.CO] for more reading Milford, numbed by the cold, caught a whiff of alcohol as Zola passed by.
He paused for a moment to compose himself, frowning, before entering the house.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMilford had spent the entire weekend working non-stop without any sleep. He had to catch the bus at six in the morning to school, leaving him barely two hours to rest.
Ignoring Zola, who was lounging on the sofa, he headed straight for his room.
"Stop. Bringswarm water," Zola demanded.
Milford paused for a second before responding, "Get it yourself."
"Why do I even feed you?" Zola snapped, jumping to her feet and glaring at Milford's retreating figure. "You eat my food, use my things, and now you're talking back?"
With a loud thud, Milford set his bag down and turned around, his face twisted into a mocking sneer D need to remind you? I haven't touched anything you've bought. The food I eat is paid for with my own earnings. I cover my own school expenses with the money I earned-"
"Didn't I cover your tuition?" Zola interjected sharply. "You refused the living expenses I offered and insisted on working part time. How is that my fault? You'll do anything for Eileen while you're living in her place, but you can't even fetcha glass of water?"
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