"Jerk," I muttered.
Damien had really crossed the line.
After all the things he did to me before, now he was targeting Dexter too.
I fumed with anger. I wanted to go to the orphanage to unmask Damien's hypocrisy.
However, Dexter grabbed me and looked at me with pleading eyes. "Sophia, the fried mushrooms are getting soggy."
After waiting in line for so long to get them, Dexter would go crazy if I didn't eat them
soon.
I could understand why people often used their wiles to get their way. It was indeed an effective strategy.
As Dexter stood under the streetlight, he looked at me with pitiful and pleading eyes.
Could anyone resist? Absolutely not.
So, I took the fried mushrooms and had a couple of bites.
They were crispy and freshly fried.
It was evident that Dexter couldn't have been to the orphanage, and these mushrooms were his alibi.
"Sophia, does it taste good?" Dexter suddenly leaned in close.
