Chapter 215: The ‘Psychatric Clinic’ II
Fiona’s ears were ringing as if they had been slapped. With it came a startling panic attack she didn’t know could exist in her body.
However, seeing the bored expressions on the faces of the four males in front of her was enough to kill the panic rising within her. They wouldn’t buy into her shaking and falling on the ground now, even if it was real.
She inhaled deeply, fixing her stare on Ewan, who was also staring at her intently as if expecting something from her.
An angry outburst? Another roleplay? Fiona wasn’t sure, but she was certain that if she had known this was going to happen, she would have actually bothered to escape when the shootout had commenced earlier today.
She would have fought tooth and nail with the security detail to escape this hell she had fallen into.
What could she do now? What could she say when Ewan had beaten her at her own game?
She had thought him gullible, yet at the end of it all, she had been the gullible one. Even when the signs had shown themselves—his hostility in the boardroom—she had figured it was because he thought he was speaking to Constance.
Taking in another deep breath, she crawled, covering the distance between them, and held his legs. "Ewan, I am sorry. I don’t know what came over me. My father’s influence started it, and then... I don’t know."
Ewan barked out a snide laugh right before he flung his legs away from her grasp. Looking at her distastefully, he shook his head in disbelief. "You are done roleplaying already? Gosh, I was really stupid, always falling for your lies and games. Even when I caught you red-handed trying to sabotage Athena, I still stuck to you, believing that it was a harmless mistake, which even innocent people were bound to make once in a while. I must have been a fool in my past life."