Meanwhile, Ashley leaned back in the chair behind her desk.
If Red and Khan hadn't dragged her away, she would've beaten June to a pulp.
The guy was practically begging to spend a good month in the hospital.
"He really hit a nerve," she huffed, running her fingers through her hair.
Strangely enough, she wasn't even that disappointed in June.
Not because she had always suspected him, but because almost everything about her life as a Di Carpio had been full of crap.
Everything she knew, everything she had grown accustomed to—her entire life back then had been built on nonsense.
So why should she be surprised to discover that June was actually a psychopath who treated other people's misery like some sort of entertainment?
But the second June mentioned Lucian—and even had the audacity to threaten her with him—walking away suddenly didn't feel so necessary anymore.
"I need to control myself too," she hummed. "God. He's so irritating."
