You fucking psychopath

While Carl and Anne were having their heated argument in the corridor, Mr. Ross and Sasha were also engaging in small talk whilst drinking wine in the hall. It was now easier for Sasha to protect Mr. Ross since they were closer.

"Sasha, do you have any idea what's going on between my son, Anastasia, and Carl? It looks like there's something fishy going on. Don't you think so?" Mr. Ross asked Sasha.

"Why do you say so, Mr. Ross?" Sasha said, sipping her wine.

"You know the story between my son and Carl right? Something tells me that history is repeating itself but this time, it's with Anastasia," he said

"You think they're both interested in Anastasia?" Sasha asked.

"I saw how Carl was staring at Angelo and Anastasia while they were dancing, he looked really unhappy. I thought it was because he didn't like my son but didn't you see how he took Anastasia out of the hall even while she was with Angelo? ...And Carl is your friend, I'm sure he must've told you something" he said.

"Mr. Ross, why are you so concerned about this?" Sasha asked, already feeling sick about the whole topic. At least, she was content that Mr. Ross was with her.

"Because I don't want history to repeat itself. I know how Angelo is with women and I don't want that poor girl to get entangled with him" Mr. Ross said.

"Poor girl?" Sasha scoffed.

"Anastasia isn't a poor girl, she's nothing but a gold digger. I just don't understand why everyone is talking about her" Sasha rolled her eyes feeling jealous and pissed.

Mr. Ross was stunned at what Sasha just said but she wasn't done yet.

"You know what I think? I think Anastasia suits Angelo better. Everyone already thinks they're a couple and they looked good together. She doesn't deserve Carl whose heart is too fragile" she said.

"it seems you don't like that young woman at all," Mr. Ross said, not understanding why. "well, what I think is that Carl wants to protect Anastasia from Angelo. And to me, they both suit each other well. I wish they were actually dating"

Sasha swallowed her saliva hard. She wasn't happy with what Mr. Ross just said but she had to play cool and not seem jealous.

"Mr. Ross?" Robert called and both Sasha and Mr. Ross turned their backs and saw Robert with the security guard he asked to follow him.

"Yes Robert, how may help you?" Mr. Ross said to him.

"Sir, there's an important document you need to sign as soon as possible, and it's very urgent you do that right now" Robert responded sharply.

"Alright. I'll be back in a minute" Mr. Ross said to Sasha as he was about to leave with Robert and the security man.

"Uhm… Mr. Ross, why don't you do that after your birthday party? Do you wanna leave your guests hanging? And besides, you can ask your manager to work things out for you" Sasha said to Mr. Ross, trying to convince him to stay so that he wouldn't leave her side. She couldn't risk leaving him alone with those men.

"Thanks for your concern Sasha but this man right here is my manager," he said, tapping Robert's shoulder.

"If he wants me as soon as possible then it's something he can't handle himself." Mr. Ross said. Unfortunately for him, he trusts Robert so much and he has no idea that his so-called manager had other motives.

"Oh okay, I didn't know he was your manager," Sasha said. She also had no clue that Mr. Ross's manager, Robert was up to no good.

"Yeah, enjoy the party, I'll be right back," Mr. Ross said and left with his manager and the security guard.

"Why is Carl not yet back?" Sasha muttered to herself.

She dropped her empty champagne glass on one of the trays a waiter was holding and followed one of the doors that led to the corridor to look for Carl.

When she got to the corridor, she saw Carl leaning his back against the wall and rubbing his eyes. He looked really sad like he just lost someone dear to him.

"Prosecutor Carl, is everything okay?" Sasha asked worriedly because of how sad Carl looked.

Carl exhaled deeply facing her. "Why are you here Sasha? I thought I told you not to take your eyes off Mr. Ross"

"Mr. Ross is with his manager and he's perfectly fine. If there was something wrong Noah would've informed us by now" she said but Carl didn't respond. He was too depressed to say anything.

Anne had just left like five minutes ago before Sasha showed up and while Carl was alone in the corridor, he couldn't stop blaming himself for disrespecting Anne. He felt so disappointed in himself for treating Anne like that.

"Prosecutor Carl you still haven't told me if you're okay," Sasha asked again with a soft tone.

"...I shouldn't have yelled at her… I shouldn't have disrespected her" Carl hesitantly spoke up. He looked so sorry and regretful.

Sasha knew that Carl was referring to Anne and she was very happy on the inside that Carl has messed up but she dared not show it on her face. She hoped that Anne and Carl would remain on bad terms whereas Carl wanted things to go back to the way they were.

His argument with Anne made him remember the day his ex-girlfriend, Aurora died. It was a similar argument like this and his ex-girlfriend left his house and had a fatal car accident. He hated himself because of that and he hated Angelo too for betraying him.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong in expressing how you feel. You got angry and you expressed yourself, period! You shouldn't feel regretful" Sasha said.

Suddenly, the door opened and Angelo barged in and shut the door closed. He came to look for Anne and saw just Carl and Sasha. His eyes were fixed on how pathetic Carl looked and he chuckled inwardly.

"Wow, Carl, you look like you've been crying," Angelo said in a mocking tone smirking at Carl.

However, Carl couldn't say a word because he was too depressed to react to Angelo mocking him. If it were a normal day, Carl would've been ready to act childish with Angelo. Instead, he kept mute and let Angelo insult him as he pleases.

"Angelo if you have nothing to do here then leave at once!" Sasha said sternly, trying to defend Carl since Carl wasn't going to say anything.

"For your information, this hotel is under my father's management and I can be wherever I want" Angelo fired.

Carl ignored both Angelo and Sasha and walked straight to the door.

"Carl before you leave, I wanted to ask you if you've seen my love, Anastasia" Angelo said and Carl immediately halted his steps.

"She left you right?" Angelo said staring at Carl's back view with an evil grin on his face.

"Yeah, I shouldn't be surprised. You suck at keeping women that is why they always leave you and come for me at the end..." he added.

Subconsciously, Carl clenched his fingers into a tight fists. He was trying so hard to control himself from breaking Angelo's face because the things Angelo was saying to him were hurting him to the fullest. It was something he couldn't take anymore and he was about to spark.

However, Angelo enjoys messing with Carl's head. The truth is that he has always been jealous of the fact that Carl was more successful than him so making Carl look bad or feel bad about himself made Angelo feel a lot better.

Inside the party, Angelo overhead some rumors that Carl and Anne came together to the birthday party, holding hands like a couple so he thought that they were both interested in each other but that didn't matter to him. Whether Anne and Carl were dating or not wasn't his business. He just wants to keep Anne for himself and hurt Carl again as he did in the past.

"...And I have to admit it Carl, you have good eyes when it comes to beautiful women. I mean, Anastasia is even ten times prettier than Aurora... You know, since I'm better than you when it comes to taking care of a woman, I might also get Anastasia pregnant," Angelo chuckled.

Without wasting no time, Carl turned around to punch Angelo but Sasha quickly held him tight with her might to avoid Carl from hitting Angelo.

"Hey watch it, you fucking psychopath" Angelo cursed at Carl walking backward to avoid him.

"If you lay even a finger on Anne, I swear I'm going to fucking kill you" Carl yelled, with his chest heaved, glaring at Angelo. He couldn't control himself anymore and he snapped. He was so angry and he felt like tearing Angelo into pieces.

Carl would've ignored Angelo and let him continue to trash talk but talking about getting Anne pregnant just like how he impregnated his ex-girlfriend was something he couldn't take anymore. Angelo has crossed the line.

"Prosecutor Carl, ignore him, he isn't worth it at all," Sasha said to Carl.

Meanwhile, Angelo had a malicious smirk on his face feeling satisfied at hurting Carl emotionally. He had no idea how lucky he was not to get hit by Carl.

Sasha grabbed Carl's hand tight and forcefully took him out of the corridor and they went back inside the hall where the party was still going on.

…

"Why did you stop me from punching that stupid jerk!" Carl said to Sasha still feeling angry.

"Because I can't allow you to stoop so low," Sasha answered. She didn't want Carl and Angelo to start a fight that might not end well that was why she took Carl out of the scene.

"Forgive me prosecutor Carl, but why are you humiliating yourself because of a woman?" she said.

"She's not just any woman, she's the woman I'm madly in love with. I can't just let her go or let Angelo have her. I CAN'T!" Carl said.

Meanwhile, Sasha, hearing Carl talk about his feelings for Anne made her wish she was the woman he was madly in love with. She vowed in her heart that she would have treated Carl better and made sure never to hurt him.

"Even though you're mad or crazy about her you should still have a little pride. Do not be a simp!" she said.

"Nah... I definitely have zero pride when it comes to the woman I love," Carl said.

"That is why I love you" Sasha blurted, having no idea that she just confessed her feelings.

"What?!?" Carl exclaimed with a shocked expression on his face.

What did he just hear?

"Uh… uhm… As.. as a friend" Sasha stuttered awkwardly.

She just realized that she has accidentally confessed her feelings and luckily for her, she knew what to say to cover it up. She knows that Carl would never see her as more than a friend and things might get awkward between the both of them if she ever confessed what she feels for him.

"Oh" Carl mumbled after hearing Sasha's cover-up and she had a sigh of relief.

"Prosecutor Carl, you need to cheer yourself up okay? You look so upset" She said, holding his shoulders with both hands.

"Cheer up?" Carl scoffed. "I really feel like beating someone up to let out all my frustration." He said.

He then realized that Sasha was holding his shoulders. "Why are you holding my shoulders?" Carl asked, looking at her hands that were on his shoulders.

"I want you to dance with me," Sasha said as she placed his hands on her waist and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"hmm, I don't think dancing romantically with a married woman will make me trustworthy... or don't you think so?" Carl said in a serious tone.

'Using my words against me,' Sasha thought to herself with a tight smile.

***

Meanwhile, in the backyard of the hotel where Noah was held captive by the two security guards, he was still kneeling with his hands handcuffed behind him.

Even at that, he was reaching for his back pockets if he could find anything to loosen his handcuffs and luckily, he felt a long tiny string inside his pocket and he started using it to unbolt the cuffs.

"My knees are starting to hurt." Noah groaned to intentionally piss off the security guards so they'll get frustrated.

"For the love of God just shut up!" The second security guard yelled at Noah. They were already tired of watching Noah but they had no choice.

"Alright," Noah muttered.

"Guys I wanna pee!" Noah yelled.

"Jesus Christ!!" the third security guard exclaimed in frustration. "One more word from you and I'm going to shoot you" He clicked the gun on Noah's face.