The uninvited guest had five guys with him of about the same age of twenty to early twenties, almost as tall as the Russians. His death glare transferred to Igor and Sergei, who immediately stood up to protect Yuri and Rosetta, standing in front of them.
“Kelly! Is this the reason why you don’t call or text me back lately because you are into old foreigners now?” The seemingly leader of the group angrily demanded in Visayan dialect. He had crew cut hair and looked ready to drag the girl he addressed.
The pixie-haired girl contemptuously looked at him and rose from the sofa. “How did you know I’m here, Julius? Did you have me followed? Get out. Get out!” she screamed, pushing him out of the room.
Rosetta and Jean looked on with concern, rising to their feet as well. They didn’t know Kell
