Chapter 8

I watched Elen's retreating figure and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

I knew she still hated me.

Even if I told her what I just heard, she wouldn't believe me.

She would only think I was slandering Luciano.

I had no proof.

Not having proof was bad enough, but I had also hurt Elen before.

How could she possibly believe me?

Even though I heard it with my own ears, even though my words came from good intentions, even though I couldn't bear to watch her walk straight into a trap, she would never listen to me.

I was heartbroken.

But I knew what I needed was evidence.

Even if Elen hated me, with evidence, she would have to believe my words.

Thinking this, I suddenly made a decision.

I must expose Luciano.

This is the last thing I can do for Elen.

Beep beep!

As I was lost in thought.

I heard a car horn.

Then I saw a familiar Maserati drive up.

Looking closely, it was the same one that had dropped off Luciano earlier.

"Ele, why are you here? Oh, your car? I was just coming to tell you I hadn't received your car..."

Luciano didn't even wait for the engine to stop before getting out and coming to Elen's side.

Then Luciano saw me standing to the side.

"Marco, why are you here?" Luciano asked.

Elen said expressionlessly: "He's the one who delivered my car."

Luciano froze, then became furious, saying harshly: "What? He delivered your car? He drove your car?! How dare he! Who does this guy think he is to drive your car?"

I frowned slightly but said nothing.

I knew Luciano was jealous.

After all, Elen used to be my girlfriend.

He definitely didn't want to see me have any connection with Elen, but now I had just driven Elen's car.

How could Luciano contain his anger?

"A proper ex should be like they're dead. Not only are you not dead, you dare to keep entangling with Elen. If you want to die, I can help you anytime!" Luciano said darkly, murderous intent glinted in his eyes.

"Brother!"

At this time, the Maserati's door opened again.

A woman emerged from the back seat wearing a mini skirt, long legs in stockings, a beige short-sleeved top, and a gray short plush jacket.

I glanced at this woman and noticed she had some resemblance to Luciano, with delicate features and a touching beauty. Thinking of how she had just addressed him, I guessed this woman must be Luciano's sister.

"Is this sister-in-law's ex that you mentioned?" the woman stared at me and asked.

Luciano snorted, not denying it.

The woman immediately started mocking me with disgust:

"So it's you. You've already broken up with my sister-in-law, why are you showing up here now?"

"You're the one who dumped her back then - what right do you have to appear before her?"

"Don't you think haunting her like this is too shameless? Do you have no dignity? No one here wants to see you except yourself - do you understand?"

I remained silent.

I was angry and wronged.

Heaven knows, I never intended to cling to Elen! I didn't even want to see Elen again!

I only learned Luciano's secret and didn't want to see Elen get hurt by him.

That's all.

This is kindness, selflessness - like moonlight showing a lost child the way home. Does moonlight ask for anything in return?

I don't understand.

I only know that even kindness can be attacked, even selflessness can be a crime!

I felt terrible.

But I didn't argue, because I knew this woman would never believe me, and Elen would never believe me.

They would stubbornly believe I wanted to rekindle things with Elen.

I needed evidence.

Only with evidence would Elen believe me.

Otherwise, all my actions would seem very suspicious.

I sighed.

Silently leaving.

I didn't want to explain anything - anyway, I was the bad guy in Elen's eyes.

Bad people have no right to be kind.

I know reality is this cruel - if you have even one speck of dust on you, others see you as an unforgivable villain.

So explaining would just be wasting breath.

I wanted to disappear quickly.

Screech!

Unexpectedly, just as I turned around, the blonde driving the Maserati, while the engine was still running, suddenly turned the steering wheel.

The Maserati immediately swerved toward me.

I was frightened and quickly stepped back, tripping over something and falling to the ground.

The Maserati braked to a stop in front of me.

"Hahahahaha!"

Seeing me fall ungracefully to the ground, the blonde driver laughed loudly.

"Serves you right for haunting us. You think you're worthy to entangle with Brother's woman?"

"Next time we see you appear around Elen, we won't just scare you - we won't even blink at beating you to death!"

The blonde said coldly.

My face darkened as I got up from the ground and pulled out my phone from my pocket.

The phone had been turned off when I fell on it, and there were spider-web cracks across the screen.

"Here!"

The blonde saw my phone was broken and took out 100$ to compensate me.

Obviously not wanting to get entangled with me.

I had no intention of quibbling with the blonde either.

This phone wasn't expensive - it was second-hand, only cost a bit over 40$ when I bought it. The 100$ would be enough for a new second-hand phone.

I said nothing.

I picked up the money the blonde gave me and left.

….

The night passed without incident.

The next day.

I prepared to buy a new second-hand phone.

At the phone store, I spent half the day choosing and settled on a 75$ second-hand phone.

I bought this phone.

Just as I was about to leave, my stomach suddenly hurt.

Thinking there were no public toilets along the way, I decided to ask to use the phone store's bathroom.

I explained to the staff about borrowing the bathroom, and they directly took me to use the back room toilet.

I finished using the bathroom and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, I saw two familiar figures enter the phone store.

It was Elen and Luciano.

I was very surprised, not knowing why they had come to the phone store.

But to avoid awkwardness if I saw Elen again, I didn't go out.

I hid behind the door, planning to leave after they were gone.

"Ele, you really want to change your phone number?"

Through the door crack, I saw Luciano following beside Elen, asking with furrowed brows.

Elen said: "The hotpot restaurant gave him my number. I don't want him to know my contact information, so I want to change my number."

Luciano was delighted and said: "So that's it. Ele, honestly, I'm very happy you thought to change your number, completely cutting off all ways for that guy to contact you."

Elen made a sound of agreement and put her phone on the counter, going with the staff to choose a new number.

Luciano guarded Elen's phone.

Out of boredom, he started looking through Elen's phone album.

At first, Luciano still had a smile on his face.

But after a moment, who knows what he saw - his expression suddenly changed dramatically as he said with shock and anger:

"Elen, you still keep photos with him even now?!"