Rise Of The System Trillionaire

Straining Arguments

Jia stepped over the threshold of her house and locked the door. From her sharp movements, it was clear that she was angry about something.

She moved with a certain precision that could cut through steel, even.

Arnold was no different from the rest. Why on Earth had she thought he was? All she'd thought she'd seen that day while conversing with him in his car was all a lie. He was just as disgusting as the other men she'd come in contact with at her father's office.

She'd given him a specific date, complete with a time and how they were supposed to meet, but where was he? Nowhere in sight. He was supposed to drive her to a far distance as agreed and he was supposed to arrive to pick her up early so they could beat the traffic caused by commuters.

Now, Arnold was not only nowhere in sight, but when she'd called him, some girl had answered his phone and informed her that Arnold was very tired from last night and asleep. She'd stressed the phrase, very tired. Jia knew what that meant and