Chapter 133 I Killed Him Years Ago, Didn’t I?

I heard him laugh again, his voice growing louder with each passing second. “Since when did you start believing things were impossible, Sapphire?” he asked, his tone mocking. “Look at you. You’re beautiful, sexy, rich… and feisty.” “Shut the fuck up,” I shot back without hesitation. I swear I heard him groan faintly. A chill ran through me as my imagination conjured what he might be doing while talking to me. “Damn. You’re turning me on, just like the old days,” he whispered. I quickly climbed the stairs. I decided to change my approach. If I couldn’t force him to move, I’d be the one to close the distance. “Now, look to your right.” I froze mid-step at his command, immediately turning my gun toward the direction he indicated. My heart nearly stopped when I saw him standing there, leaning casually against the wall. He wore a black tank top and faded jeans, a smirk on his face as he raised his phone. My hands trembled so much that I almost dropped both my gun and phone. Fuck. I couldn’t