"BANG!"
The door slammed shut again, nearly hitting Nia Mitchell in the nose.
The sudden rush of air struck her face, making her shiver.
HMPH— What an arrogant man.
Fiona Sutton stood inside the dormitory, her brows knitted and her face tight with displeasure.
"What gives you the right to chase people out of my dormitory?"
That damned Yancy Hastings! He had absolutely no manners, treating a girl like that.
"She's my good friend! Look at you, always accusing others of lacking character. Do you have any?"
Fiona Sutton shouted angrily. People who constantly criticized others while remaining oblivious to their own shortcomings were the most detestable.
Yancy Hastings looked at Fiona Sutton, his expression stern and unyielding.
"I'm telling you, since we've already slept together, don't think you can just walk away clean. I want to take responsibility, and you dare to refuse? Fiona Sutton, is there something wrong with your head?"
