Chapter 75

"Sorry, I—" Before Tiffany could finish speaking, the person before her grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall. "Jenson?" Tiffany stared at the man who had suddenly appeared before her, her face turning pale. When had he followed her? How could he be so silent, like a phantom? She tried to pull away, but Jenson's grip tightened, trapping her between his body and the wall. He leaned in, and a smirk twisted his lips. "You do remember my name, huh? Are you interested in me? Maybe you want a little intimacy with me?" Tiffany didn't find it strange at all when he said such straightforward words. After all, he was known for casually flirting with and making out with women. He had always carried himself with an unmistakable air of a hooligan. "No! You're imagining things!" she immediately explained. Jenson's smirk widened. "Really?" He glanced toward the couple entangled nearby. "Know them by any chance?" Tiffany's denial was swift. "No, I don't know them." "Liar. The