The photo in her hand transformed into a crumpled mess. She repeatedly squeezed the photo until it lost its shape. "Bastard!" Then she threw it in a random direction. She immediately stood up and grabbed the bag hanging nearby. "Sam, you bastard!" she cursed.

Anabella walked agitatedly. Her eyes glared with anger, disregarding the fact that the informant was following her.

"Hey," she called out to her, who knows how many times. But Bella was consumed by fury. Her only destination was Sam's ...