CHAPTER 297

Joanna sat on the toilet in the restroom, so enraged that she drew a pentagram on the floor with the tip of her shoe, viciously cursing Ace.

"Damn you to hell, Ace Moran! You wanted to die so much that you even got yourself a grave, huh? Well, then… I hope you choke to death when you drink water, or when you swallow your food! I hope you get struck by lightning when you're on your phone, or fall down a hole and die while you're walking…'

Suddenly, she heard the voices of women coming from the nearby stalls.

"Ah, no imitation can beat the real thing… Jovan Moran might be cute, but he's nothing compared to Ace Moran! They're as different as day and night. Oh, can Ace Moran be any more perfect? If only I could marry him one day!"

"Stop daydreaming – he's already found his true love! If you think you'll actually get a turn to be with him, you should get your head checked…"

"True love? You mean his ex-wife?"