“Darryl.”

Declan stood up as he jeered, “You can’t change your ways after all! You still steal out of habit! Are you not one bit embarrassed? You said you found Circe’s phone. Can you swear that you found it?”

F*ck. Darryl was trapped. He smiled bitterly and admitted, “Alright, I stole your phone yesterday.”

Circe bit her lip as she menacingly glared at Darry. She had never loathed anyone so badly in her life. This was the first time that someone had stolen something from her.

It was an insult to her to be in the same class with a lowly thief like him.

Darryl scratched his head. “Circe, I don’t care what you think of me. I stole your phone for a reason. Yesterday at the Oriental Pearl, Declan knew he couldn’t afford to pay for the meal. He wanted to make you pay for it, so I stole your phone to prevent it from happening.”

‘I saved you from spending twenty million bucks!’

Circe’s expression was unchanged. She did not believe Darryl.

There was a burst of laughter. Has Darryl lost