Chapter 13

Feeling something under her shoe, Melanie retracted her foot. "Did you get excited from me stepping on you?" she asked, her voice colored with disgust. "Get out of my sight!" Barry held his crotch. He felt too humiliated as he scrambled to his feet and dashed away. He didn't dare spare a glance at Derrick as he passed the latter and simply brushed past his suit that cost a small fortune. Derrick gave Melanie a once-over and noticed that her clothes were disheveled. There was dirt smudged on her face, and blood staining her hands. However, she didn't look pathetic at all. In fact, she was radiating hostility. It was no wonder she was able to curse at him with so much gusto earlier. She wielded her righteous indignation like a knife, looking as if she were ready to slice him in half at any moment. Her punches had also been direct and precise when she was raining blows down on Barry earlier. Melanie leaned against the door and looked at Derrick. He was dressed in a white shirt. He had