"Do I look like someone who needs comforting?" Ingrid proudly lifted her chin.

Laure had this uplifted eyes that made him look like he was always smiling even though he wasn't. "You really don't." He said, a few seconds later, his eyes sparked with interest. "Got something on your sleeve?"

Dang, she's screwed. Of course there is none. She just transmigrated for God's sake. Ingrid just wanted to smash her head against the wall so she can knock some sense on her head. She never learned. Doing things without thinking.

She doesn't want to be impulsive, however, if she finds another excuse to reason out her action, it would definitely make her uncomfortable, it was as if she lost to this jerk, especially if the enemy she's facing is another cheater.

Ah, cheaters really made Ingrid have this dėsɨrė to scratch their faces with her sharp claws. So with eyes full of confidence, she said the following words, "Yeah… so expect loads of money being transferred in your bank account soon."

After her arrogant words, a pair of green orbs were looking straight at Ingrid. She saw nothing in those but smugness. Those very eyes were screaming clearly at her that she can try but will never succeed.

Ingrid bit her lower lip. She's grieving why she always transmigrated into a body who can't stand up on their own.

They were still standing on the doorstep and Ingrid didn't show any intention of letting him in. "You won't let me in?" He didn't wait for Ingrid's response and just directly went in.

What is he doing, can't he be more shameless?

She blocked his attempt by moving her feet to the side. Obstructing his movement. "This is my personal zone. Get out. There's nothing here that was owned by you." Ingrid said with a severe tone.

Ah, she was loving it that she can treat this man like a dog without any restriction. Since Clauen's attitude towards him was more or less like this.

A smirk formed on his mouth. "There is," then he leaned his body towards her, his head slithered its way to her left ear and said, "...you."

Goosebumps washed over her system, before Ingrid can even push the man's head away, he moved a step back, raised both of his arms as if admitting defeat, "After all, you haven't paid me single penny yet. In essence, you're mine." He gently placed his palm on her shoulder. "Now, can you let your boyfriend in? I need a drink, I'm thirsty."

In her peripheral view, Ingrid saw Van still in his hoodie with a black mask covering half of his face. Even if she can't clearly see his face yet, she can't help but  admit that he's really good looking, even his presence were screaming with handsomeness.

Right now, Ingrid doesn't want anything than to run away from Laure.

And after seeing Van, her heart thumped hard when an idea flashed in her head. Sweet!

Therefore, she shrugged the hand on her shoulder away and shouted a name when Van was about to pass them.

With this, she can kill two birds with one stone

"John!" Van ignored her since of course, it wasn't even his name, but nevertheless, she still pushed Laure away, closed the damn door on his face and jogged towards Van.

Laure was left standing by the door. Even after seeing his girlfriend ran towards another man for unknown reason, the smirk on his face still remained.

His phone vibrated, indicating that he received a new message. After reading the content, a sweet and sincere smile appeared on his face. His eyes were even glowing.

Not long after, with unhurried steps, he left Clauen's apartment complex, while humming a popular tune about love.