Chapter 68 Simple, Sweet And Friendly Talk, Indeed.
Simple and friendly talk. Leonica nearly chuckled at the misleading words.
If someone other than her had heard those words, they would have pegged she and Angelina for best friends, or close friends at least. But oh, how far from that they were.
“Ha, you sure do got some balls,” Leonica spat into the phone. “Calling my line just to tell me some crap ass bullshit after all the stunts you’ve pulled. And what, you believe I’d easily waltz right into where you want me. Big imagination you’ve got there.”
“Oh Leonica,” Angelina sighed, having expected this exact attitude from Leonica. At the other end, accompanied by her silver-sounding sigh was the clicking sound of cutlery. Leonica didn’t want to imagine the witch spilling on a cup of calming tea as she utter her ridiculous words, but it was already too late. Her mind had created the picture in her head, causing her to cringe.
Both mentally and physically.
“I knew you’d be like this, and trust me, really, trust me, I didn’t want to have to result to this.” Angelina continued.
‘Result to what?’ Leonica thoughts, doing a little turn around to scan her surroundings, almost like an instinct to danger. But nothing ever came. No attacks or ambush, or something of sort. But she could feel it, almost like a gut feeling telling her that Angelina was up to something.
Heck, even without her gut feeling, she could tell the slimy freaking bitch was up to something!
“Result to what?”
“Threats.” Came the brunette’s plain answer.