Addicted to you

Tiffany’s eyes sharpened like knives as she looked at Yeri, then swept over the classmates seated around. "You’re all being fooled! Can’t you see? Yeri’s using this mixer as an excuse to get close to my brother Marco!"

"Shut up," Marco said sharply.

But it was too late, the moment Tiffany run behind him, practically clinging to his back like a scared kitten already sent a very loud message that there was still something between them.

Because otherwise, why else would she show up here? Why insult Yeri as a "mistress" if she and Marco were truly over?

Tiffany, who usually barked at everyone, especially Yeri, was suddenly meek, biting her lip when Marco scolded her. She didn’t say another word, just kept glaring at Yeri like she was praying for her spontaneous combustion.

Nina chuckled, arms crossed. "Ex-girlfriend, huh? Senior, don’t you feel the tiniest bit guilty denying Tiffany when she showed up here despite looking like she got hit by a truck?"

One of the girls nodded in agreement. "I was the one who arranged this mixer, by the way. Yeri didn’t even know who the guys were. I only invited her and Nina at the last minute because two of our friends bailed."

Tiffany refused to back down. Her grudge against Yeri ran deeper than reason. "Did you even ask why they bailed? Maybe Yeri scared them off. Did you consider that? Are you sure she didn’t know Brother Marco would be here?"

Yeri raised an eyebrow. "Then why don’t you ask your Brother Marco what he’s doing here? Did you not hear him earlier? He said you two broke up ages ago."

Nina smirked, adding with exaggerated pity, "Tiffany... guys don’t like obsessive girls. Stalking your ex-boyfriend to a mixer isn’t very classy for a rich girl."

Tiffany looked like she was about to explode and toss aside the last shreds of her "young lady" image, but Marco stepped in quickly for damage control.

"You don’t have to bully her," he said, trying to sound noble. "Can’t you tell she’s not in a good condition?"