CELINE'S P O V

‘‘What do you mean?’’ I frowned, the broken part of the vase was still in my hand, aiming it at Julio this time.

‘‘Celine, just what on earth are you trying to do?’’ Sasha’s trembling voice made me tilt my head to look at her. ‘‘I know that you don’t like me, but you have no right to involve your father in this matter. He’s innocent… You robbed him of his business and posted this kind of video on the internet. Are you trying to humiliate ...