Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

"Why do you ask?" I inquired, trying to stay polite.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest, glaring at me with an annoyed expression.

"Can't even pay a debt, yet when something happens, I'm the one the police chase and interrogate? What kind of stupidity is that, right?"

Her words made my eyes widen. Does this mean she's the wealthy woman my neighbors said came to our house? How does she have the nerve to show up here? "Poor people really have no shame," she added, making me lose all my patience.

She's someone who seems to have nothing better to do than belittle other people's lives.

"Don't you think I should be the one saying that to you?" I said, mimicking her tone. "You've got some nerve showing up here. Don't you see what you did to my mom?"

I dropped all my politeness. She doesn't deserve them-talking to her felt like speaking to a demon.

"Your mother is just pretending so she doesn't have to pay." She pushed me aside to peek into my mom's room. "Does she think she can escape her debt to me by pretending to be bedridden? Even in the afterlife, I'll make sure she pays." "She's not pretending. She's in critical condition because of you, whoever you are," I firmly told her, my fists tightening as I tried to keep control.

I was clenching them as if that was the only way I could hold onto the last bit of patience I had.

"Are you so sure about that? Then, let's see."

She grabbed the doorknob and was about to open the door to my mom's room, but I quickly grabbed her hand, my nails digging into her skin. My nails were long enough that if she didn't stop, I wouldn't hesitate to hurt her further.

"What? I thought you were confident?" she sneered at me, yanking her arm free from my grip.

It seemed like I had hurt her, as she winced, and I felt a small sense of satisfaction. It was oddly pleasing to upset people like her.

"I am confident. You can see it in my eyes," I said, staring her down. "You're not even pretty, and on top of that, you have an ugly personality. Your life must be so sad."

"Respect your elders!" she shouted in frustration, and then I felt her heavy hand slap my cheek.

I bit my lower lip as I turned to face her. I sighed in disgust, rubbing my cheek slightly. What is it with my cheeks that people always want to slap me?

But it didn't really hurt. What hurt more were the terrible things she said about my mom. I didn't even know what debt she was talking about, but I wasn't going to focus on that right now. "Respect?" I smirked. "I don't have that."

I slapped her. Not once, but three times.

Which led me to the police station with her.

The nerve of this woman to file a complaint against me for harassment when she came to the hospital to cause trouble. I rolled my eyes as I watched her put on a dramatic show in front of the police.

I crossed my legs and arms. I was getting impatient and wanted to leave, but they were taking forever

resolve this. I still needed to return to the hospital to watch over my mom.

I couldn't even call anyone because I still didn't have my phone, and even if I did, I wouldn't have anyone to call except Mason.

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But someone was already walking toward me, even though I hadn't asked for his help, and even though I had done something terrible to him a week ago.

Ash looked in rage as he entered the police station, and his expression darkened even more when he glanced at me. His gaze grew even darker when he saw my tired eyes and red cheek, and his brows furrowed as he pieced together the situation.

I saw him clench his fists slightly before glaring at the older woman near me.

"If you want to send my girlfriend to jail, I think you should go first," he said with authority, placing both hands on the table, intimidating everyone in the police station just by his presence.

I just furrowed my brow as I stared at Ash. I couldn't figure out what was going through his mind. How did he know that I was here?

But... his level of charisma was extraordinary. Even the few female police officers at the station stopped typing on their laptops just to admire his appearance.

Is it too bad for me that I was more focused on his looks than on his reason for being here?

"And who are you?" the woman asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm her boyfriend," Ash answered in an annoyed tone, glancing at me again. "And once you do something bad to her, then you'll have to deal with me."

Ash looked at me afterward, and I saw the concern in his eyes.

"Are you alright, baby?" he added, moving my face as if checking for any other injuries besides the redness on my cheek.

I immediately pushed his hand away, making him grin. "What are you doing here?"

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I wanted to ask him that, but I decided to keep my mouth shut. I would look pathetic if I asked, so I didn't. I didn't want him to think he had succeeded in making me fall for him. "Fierce," he said, shaking his head before showing me my phone.

I immediately reached for it, but he pulled it away. I raised an eyebrow, which only seemed to amuse him more. His grin widened, but his eyes remained cold.

"I was supposed to bring this back to you, but Rose told me you didn't even attend your exams. I was worried sick."

"I don't care," I replied, making the old woman who had been eavesdropping laugh. "Don't laugh. You're not part of this conversation."

I laughed hard when I saw her whimper.

"Is that what you learned from your mother, not paying debts? Gosh!" she fanned herself with her hand before glaring at me.

I rolled my eyes at her too, no longer caring about the age gap between us. I believe respect should be earned regardless of age or economic status.

She didn't even show remorse, even though my mom was in the hospital. She doesn't deserve any respect.

"I thought you were rich? Don't you even have a fan?" I teased, raising a brow to provoke her further.

I wasn't disappointed; her face turned red, and it seemed like steam was about to come out of her nose.

It would be better if she hit me right here at the police station. Even though she was already at a disadvantage, I could turn the tables even more. But Ash wanted to handle things differently.