Darryl shook his head. ‘Bloody hell, am I not wearing a good set of clothes? I just bought them! Why do people keep looking down on me?’

Even though he bought it from a street vendor, it was cheap and comfortable!

“Fine, I won’t go in,” Darryl exclaimed, accepting his defeat. He could not be bothered to start an argument with her.

He was about to phone Megan to let her know that he would be at the entrance when Sharon stomped over to him in her high heels.

“If you want to make a phone call,