But at that time, I regarded him as my future husband, so I only held a small portion of the shares.
However, since we had been breaking up, the equity and financial details should naturally be clearly divided. Not to mention that 80% of it was the least I deserve for my hard work.
As I mulled over everything, a sudden loud banging jolted me out of my thoughts, followed by furious kicks rattling the door. I did not need to see him to know who it was.
“Carla!” Marcell's voice bellowed from the other side. “You had the guts to move out, to ignore work, but why can’t you face me?”
I yanked the door open just as he prepared to kick again.
With a stumble, Marcell lost his balance and pitched forward.
I sidestepped smoothly, letting him crash to the floor with a satisfying thud.
He looked up at me, eyes wide in disbelief, as he asked, “You are hiding from me?”
I looked at him coldly and said flatly, “We have broken up, why are you still looking for me?”
Marcell held out his red wrist to me with a grievance, “I'm already injured, are you still going to make trouble with me?”
As he said that, he wanted to hold my hand and act coquettishly as he did in the past.