Footsteps came rushing in right after.
"Yo, Isabella, wanna piss off Desmond a little?" Lucas glanced at her with a mischievous grin.
She didn't nod, but didn't shake her head either.
Her mind was still stuck on what she'd overheard between Desmond and his grandma. She didn't catch the full picture, but it was obvious—that car accident involving her parents definitely had something to do with Desmond's family too.
Thinking of the look Old Mrs. Marson gave her, Isabella slowly shut her eyes. So Desmond got close to her just to take revenge? She'd really believed he might have changed, turned out it was the same old act.
Opening her eyes again, her gaze was suddenly razor sharp. "Lucas, didn't you say you're rich and powerful or whatever?"
"Dude, I don't need to say it, i
