"What the f*ck are you doing, Cassion?" Calista shouted, her voice cracking as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Let's break up, Calista," Cassion said coldly, not even looking at her.
Calista stepped closer and slapped him hard across the face.
"Wow," Leander whispered under his breath. Luca leaned in and whispered to Leander, "Boss, do you want me to call some guards? I think she'll slap you next too."
"Am I just a thing to you both? One is buying me, and the other is selling me. I spent my whole salary on you, Cassion. You BASTARD!" Calista dropped to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
"That's your problem," Cassion replied indifferently.
"Okay, you want to break up with me? Then give me my money back—the one I wasted on you these past three years!" Calista said. Leander stepped forward to help Calista up. "Make her safe, I'll handle him."
"How much is it?" Cassion asked.
"200 million," Luca replied without hesitation.
"Fine. Take it." Cassion placed a cheque on the table, turned around, and walked away without another word.
Calista's tears turned into wails. Leander tried to comfort her, sitting beside her, rubbing her back gently, but nothing worked.
Hours passed.
Calista was still sobbing in the same spot when Leander softly asked, "Do you want my help?"
"Do you have beer?" Calista immediately replied, her voice hoarse from crying.
"I think you need rest," Leander said gently.
"Do you have beer?" she repeated, eyes glassy and tearful.
"Don't be stubborn—"
"Do you have f*cking beer?!"
Leander sighed. Luca, overhearing it, brought over a chilled pack of beer cans and placed them on the table.
"One pack, 12 cans. That's enough," he muttered, walking away with Aunt May as Leander sat with Calista.
She opened a can without hesitation, not even pausing for breath, and chugged it down.
By midnight, Calista had already consumed four cans. She was totally drunk—eyes red, hair messy, words slurring.
"That motherfcker… bastard… piece of sht… son of a— btch… How dare he fcking break up with me?!" she cried and, in anger, threw an empty can toward Leander. It hit his face.
"Ouch!" Leander flinched.
"Pfft—are you okay, Master?" Calista burst out laughing uncontrollably.
"What did you say?" Leander asked, surprised.
"Master," Calista repeated seductively, crawling closer. Her eyes gleamed, lips curled into a teasing smirk.
Leander's heart skipped a beat as Calista leaned in.
"Master… I want…"
To be continued…