Bella Acker held her breath, trying to walk past Damian Sinclair as if nothing had happened.
But Damian Sinclair stepped in front of her, blocking her way.
"You just threw yourself into my arms, and now you're pretending not to know me. Is Ms. Acker always this cold-hearted?"
"You suddenly grabbed my wrist, which made me lose my balance and fall toward you!" Bella Acker glared, there was no one else around now, yet he continued to falsely accuse her.
"But Ms. Acker did fall into my arms, didn't she?" Damian Sinclair raised an eyebrow expressionlessly.
"That was an accident!" Bella Acker gritted her teeth, "President Sinclair, please stop twisting things."
"Alright. Let's forget about Ms. Acker falling into my arms, but you did touch me, shouldn't you take responsibility for that?" Damian Sinclair sneered coldly, "Or does Ms. Acker think I'm just someone anybody can fall onto?"
He was obviously twisting things entirely.
