Journey to Bekasi

Even though Lilia heard what Harold said, the woman didn't stop typing something into her cell phone. She muttered indifferently, "Hmm… and then?"

Harold shot her a look of disbelief. "She clearly accused you of hijacking Shirley's cellphone! You… did you really do it?" his voice turned low as he saw Lilia seem uninterested in this topic of conversation.

"What are you talking about?" Lilia sighed in annoyance. "You don't have to pay attention to such nonsense. If the manager really believes it was me who hacked Shirley's phone, have her call the police."

Harold stared at her speechless for a moment. Then his gaze fell on Lilia's hand that was endlessly typing. "What are you doing?" He asked curiously.

Finally, Lilia raised her face and smiled softly at Harold. Yet her words stabbed like a knife. "Would you like to know the contents of the message I sent to Jean? I didn't know you were that interested in other people's private affairs, Harold."