[Angry] [Sweet Time]
[Estela's POV]
[Angry]
When my rage decapitated, I found myself in a bar with a tequila in hand surrounded by drunk men who I didn't know.
I blinked and recalled what happened.
I was walking in anger when these group of men barged my way and invited me to have a drink with them. I must have been walking until on the other side of the island because these men didn't have recognition in their eyes when they look at me.
In my burning desire to get revenge at Zhander, I agreed.
However, now that my brain could think again, I felt so stupid to lose myself like that.
I was not easy to provoke . . . it was just . . . that bitch knew where to attack me. She knew where to hit my weak spots and rattle me.
Oh, no! Zhander!