'Damn! It seems that she's still the cruel witch she was. Looks like I made a bad choice!' The man thought with lingering fear.
“I…”
“If you don't keep that lousy mouth of yours shut, I promise I will do it for you.” Mia heaved heavily and paced about, clenching her fist while trying hard to bury her fury, but it was simply not working.
After she had tried to stay quiet and pretend that nothing happened, they still dared to send a paparazzo over. What do they think she was? A pushover? Had they forgotten who the hell they were dealing with?
“My friends said you were a paparazzi…” She laughed out loud at her words, maniacally.
Of course, he wasn't, and she knew that since the first time she set eyes on him. Besides, she had seen him the minute he started following her; she just let him float in his self-made bubbles and wanted to capture him in the end, but since Mason had caught him for her, she decided to do it that minute.
