They were his words, words he had once thrown at her in her previous life. Now, she was returning them, untouched and sharp.
Joel stared at her, his thoughts seething with venom.
'Just wait,' he swore silently. 'One day, I'll make sure this bitch learns her lesson.'
As the thought crossed his mind, a sharp glint flashed through Joel's eyes.
'If words won't move her, then maybe my power will,' he decided. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to Ivy, forcing a trace of pity onto his battered face.
"You're furious because we wanted to research you," he spoke, his voice hoarse yet carefully controlled.
"But did you ever stop to think about why I went that far?"
Ivy tilted her head slightly, her expression flat and bored.
"No," she replied without hesitation. "And I'm not interested in your sob story either."
The words hit harder than any insult.
Joel clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, but he swallowed his anger.
