Kristine
I and the bastard Prince got to our suite before the sunset while I am applying antidote to his face that has bruises and cut in his lower lip. He hissed in pain with every touch I applied.
“Why didn't you tell me that President Kang died already?" I questioned.
“Because I thought he was not that important to you so, I didn't tell you."
“Oh, really? You know that he's my manager and about you saying that he was harassing other celebrities before getting their roles, is that true? Don't you lie to my face, Noha Mohammed Rashid Al,” I dared him with his full name.
“This is the first time that you actually mentioned my whole name and I like it." He smiled charmingly.
“I did not mention it for you to get all sweet on me, you bastard Prince. I mentioned that because I am angry an
