Chapter 912 Do You Hate Me That Much

I spotted my phone on the ground, bit my lip, and felt a chill run through me. I stared him down and said in an icy voice, "You might not get the law, but don't worry. You'll learn all about it behind bars." "You..." He blanched when I mentioned the police, his bravado slipping. Pointing at me with a shaky finger, he spat out the words, "Yvette, this isn't over." After threatening me, he bolted. I picked up my phone, relieved it was not broken. I was about to walk away when a familiar car pulled up. Before I could even react, Idris stepped out. Dressed to the nines in a black suit, he rushed over. His brows were furrowed with concern. "You okay?" he asked, scanning me. I blinked, surprised. "You're out of the hospital?" He hesitated and then touched his nose, looking a bit sheepish. "Just for a bit. What about you? What was that all about?" I shook my head, playing it down. "Just some jerk trying to rip me off. I handled it." His mood seemed to lift a bit, and he relaxed. "Come