Page 174 of My Ruthless Opponent

“Who let this crazy woman in?”

My feet falter at Archer’s voice.

I rush to the atrium and gasp.

A girl dressed in a yellow pleated plaid mini skirt, black cropped halter top, and mismatched thigh highs is standing toe-to-toe with Archer.

“How dare you call me crazy! Take it back. Take it back now!” She screams in his face, her dark silky waist-length tresses tumbling around her back.

Archer glares down at her. “Call the security!” He barks.

Archer looks furious. He never loses his composure.

Instead of flinching, the girl who appears to be my age takes a step closer. “Yes! Call the security so they can dump this jerk’s ass out!”

“You are the one trespassing among the two of us.”

Raleigh slams into my back, the impact makes me lose my balance. But he wraps an arm around my middle from behind, stabilizing me.

“You cheated.” Raleigh’s hot breath against my ear distracts me from the scene before me but only for a second.

“Look!” I point a finger ahead of me.

I watch in time to see her tripping over her mismatched converse and bumping her head into Archer’s chest. His arms come around her in a knee-jerk reaction.

“Get off me!” The girl shouts.

“That should be my line, don’t you think, little liar?” He grunts as he cages her flailing arms.

“Fuck! Summer!” Raleigh drops the bag and runs toward the duo who are seconds away from pulling each other’s hair.

Chapter Thirty-One

“Summer,” Raleigh tries to separate her from Archer by trying to get her attention.

She whirls around. Her pale face turns red as she stares at Raleigh.

“You are the biggest jerk on this planet!”

My gaze flicks over the people that were gathering around.

I spot a resort staff at my side. I motion her over and ask her to drop my bags at my suite before making my way toward them.

Just when she is about to attack Raleigh, I step between them.

Summer is beautiful. Up close, I can notice she has different colored eyes. Her right eye is blue and the left one is green. It is so unique that I stare at them for a moment.

I also notice that she is tall. Taller than my five feet six inches.

Her face is free from makeup, her frame petite. Slim but curvy in the right places. I don’t like it.

I don’t like how she is perfect even while wearing her mismatched stockings and shoes.

I don’t like her blemish-free face.

I especially don’t like her model-like angular face.

“Hey, I am Hannah Cooper, Raleigh’s fiancée.” I extend a hand.

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