The boy named Ollie had his feelings exposed. His face, already sunburned red, turned even redder. Clenching his fists, he protested, "Alesha, don't talk nonsense. I'm just worried about her safety."
"Are you worried about her safety, or worried that someone slept with her?" Alesha sneered. "The moment you saw her follow that man into the hotel, you looked completely out of it. From how familiar she seemed with the place, maybe she earns extra money doing this."
"Alesha!!!" Ollie snapped angrily. "Don't you dare talk nonsense again!"
"I'm not talking nonsense. What, do you want to fight me?" Alesha eyed him sideways.
"I don't fight girls!"
"You couldn't beat me anyway."
Hearing that, Ollie's anger unexpectedly faded. He looked at her calmly. "I get it, Alesha. You're jealous."
"Jealous of what?" Alesha's expression changed slightly this time.
"You're jealous because Song Jia is prettier than you, has better skin than you, and a better personality than you. That's why you keep slandering her. Because you know any man would choose her over you."
Alesha's face turned livid with rage. "Ollie, say that again if you've got the guts!"
"Could you two... calm down for a bit?" The man in the blue outdoor jacket sighed and helplessly raised a hand. "The translator Professor Peterson found for us is connected. Don't you want to know what the two people in that room are saying right now?"
Ollie immediately shut up. He really was the most concerned about Song Jia's safety among the three of them. Alesha beside him wanted to say something more, but when she saw how intently focused Ollie was, she ultimately swallowed her words in frustration. She knew that if she caused trouble again now, Ollie would really fight her.
She did want to take this chance to