Hiding Behind Her Superficiality

Chapter 503

Chapter 503 Another Catfight

Looking at the beautiful yet unfamiliar face, the girl couldn’t help but feel hostile toward Yelena. The arrogant girl asked, “Who are you? Don’t you know this is not a place where you can come and go as you please?”

“I’m a friend.” We’ve broken up, so it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to call myself his girlfriend. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“Friend?” The girl looked at Yelena closely and clicked her tongue. “Mr. Damazio can’t possibly be friends with people like you.”

“What do you mean people like me? Do you have a problem with me? And why can’t he be friends with me?” Yelena was furious at the girl’s rudeness.

The girl scoffed. “Look at you. You’re dressed up like a whore. Mr. Damazio is an elegant man. He wouldn’t be friends with a whore.”

Yelena laughed mirthlessly. “I guess you’re new here, then. You must not know me.”

The girl raised her head. “That might be true, but I know him well. There’s no way a woman like you can be friends with Mr. Damazio.” The girl thought Yelena only came here to hound Hank or annoy him. I can’t and won’t let her in.

“In that case, do you know I’m his ex?”

A hint of jealousy flashed in the girl’s eyes, but it disappeared soon after. “I don’t. So, you’re his ex, huh? No wonder you’re dressed so…”

Fury flared in Yelena’s eyes. What’s with the personal attack? Annoyed by the girl’s smug grin, Yelena stood up and crossed her arms. Fine. Two can play the game. She eyed the girl up and down, saying,

“What’s your problem with my attire, anyway? I think I’m well dressed. You, on the other hand, are dressed like a nun. Don’t tell me you have no curves.”

The girl felt humiliated. She wanted to fight back, but she knew she didn’t exactly have the perfect body. Defeated, she muttered, “At least I’m not a whore like you.”

Yelena then looked at the girl’s chest and scoffed. “Really? Then, why did you unbutton your chest button? Not like you can attract anyone with that chest of yours. It’s not even big enough to form a cleavage.” She had seen too many girls in her industry pulling this stunt. The girl was calling her a whore, but the girl was actually the one trying to seduce Hank. I despise women like her.

The girl covered her chest immediately. Now, she felt angry on top of being humiliated. “It popped open by accident. I’m not like you.” Dang, she’s sharp, the girl cursed in her mind.

“As if. You’re not big enough for any button to pop open by accident.”

With that, Yelena came out as the victor. Fresh out of the argument, the girl ran into the firm and closed the door. Then, she looked at Yelena smugly. So what if you won the argument? You still can’t come in.

Yelena was a bit annoyed and exasperated. She tried calling Hank, but when she was told he was on a call, she froze. He’s not just on a call. He blocked my number. I can’t believe he blocked my number!

Then, she flipped through her Messenger and noticed that Hank had changed his profile picture. She texted him, and to her delight, he hadn’t blocked her.

However, she received no response even a few minutes later. So, she texted again, ‘You there?’ Just then, she was told she couldn’t reply to the conversation. He blocked me on FB as well?!

Yelena was out of options. I can’t call him. Can’t text him. And this b*tch won’t let me in. How could he do this to me?

She felt a bit exasperated for some reason, but then she was reminded of the way she treated Hank, and she shoved her stupid thoughts away. He didn’t even yell at me when I yelled at him. I can’t just give up now. She mustered up her courage and came to knock on the door.

The receptionist glanced at her but said nothing.

“Open up.”

The door blocked out all voices, but the receptionist still got the message. “No,” she refused.

“Okay, then I’ll smash the place down.” Yelena grinned.

The receptionist was horrified, but then she realized that the door was made of safety glass. No matter how much Yelena tried, she couldn’t possibly break it. However, Hank was right upstairs. If he was alerted to this ruckus, he might fly into a rage and lecture the receptionist for her poor treatment of a guest. In the end, the girl opened the door for Yelena. “Come in,” she said reluctantly.

Yelena walked in like a victorious peacock and sat on the couch. “Get me a glass of water.”

The girl’s face fell. That was part of her job, but she didn’t want to do it for Yelena, no matter what.

“Well, don’t just stand there. That little banter we had made me thirsty.”

The girl forced a smile. “The water dispenser is right there. You may fetch some water yourself.”

“You want a guest to do everything herself? Who’s your manager? If Hank knows you failed at serving his guests, he’s going to fire you.”

The girl was scrambling to answer, and the mention of Hank firing her made her panic. He might actually fire me if he knows this. With great reluctance, she filled a glass of water under Yelena’s

supervision and shuffled back. However, when she gave the glass to Yelena, she intentionally splashed a bit of the hot water on Yelena, and it landed right on Yelena’s hand.