"Cecil?!"
Zoey was in disbelief. But when Cecil heard her and moved his gaze towards her, he was in a much greater shock.
His eyes went wide, slacked-jaw at the sight of this despicable woman. The woman who put him in this situation where everyone was hunting him down. Now, even his boss, Matthew, had summoned him!
Who knows? Matthew might also deliver him to hell because he screwed things over! No, that wasn't right. Zoey screwed his life!
"You!" Cecil yelled, grinding his teeth as his eyes glinted with killing intent.
"Don't worry about it, Jack." After a faint sigh, Matthew looked at Zoey.
"Do you remember him? Come and take a seat. You too Cecil. Stop humiliating yourself more."
Matthew commanded flatly. With that being said, Matthew sat on the cast iron chair. Cecil ground his teeth while glaring at Zoey before he assisted himself up to sit.
