Tarik Soufiane listened in the shadows to Lily McKenzie's hurried confessions of love to Henry Russell, clenching his fist tightly at his side.
"Not acquainted?" Tarik was filled with anger and bitterness. He couldn't believe that the woman he deeply loved could be like this. He looked at Lily, still trying to clear her name with Henry and hatred flashed in his eyes.
"Henry, you should know, I like you the most..."
"Crash..."
Lily was startled and looked in the direction of the noise with dissatisfaction. When she saw Tarik, a flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she instinctively looked at Henry beside her.
Tarik kicked over a chair and strode in Lily's direction. She casually adjusted her body and straightened her collar.
With a composed demeanor, Henry picked up a cup of coffee from the table, took a sip, and said to Tarik standing beside him, "Old friend meeting, shouldn't we exchange pleasantries?"