After the New Year's Eve Tragedy Her Icy Return novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124 Trouble at the Gate

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That comment pushed Helen over the edge. She stormed up to the janitor and yanked a handful of her gray hair. “You old hag! I dare you to say that again!”

But this janitor wasn’t some timid pushover.

She gripped her mop with both hands and smacked it hard against Helen’s thigh.

The mop had just been through a dirty puddle–it was soaked and grimy.

Helen instinctively looked down, only to find a huge, filthy stain spreading across her dress.

In a panic, she let go of the janitor’s hair and started brushing at the mess, but it only smeared worse.

Her hands were now smeared with muck.

“You disgusting lowlife!” Helen screeched at the janitor. Do you even know how much this dress costs? You better pay for it, or you’re not going anywhere!”

It was true–this dress had cost her over 8,000 dollars, the most expensive piece in her closet.

She’d only worn it twice. Now, it was practically ruined.

She swore to herself—no matter how poor this janitor was, she wasn’t letting her off the hook. Not without paying for the damage. No way.

But the janitor didn’t seem the least bit apologetic. In fact, after Helen’s insult, she raised the mop again and smacked it right across Helen’s mouth several times. “That’s for your dirty mouth! And that’s for thinking you’re better than everyone!”

Caught completely off guard, Helen stumbled back, finally dodging after taking several hits.

The mop was filthy–sticky, grimy, and wet.

A putrid smell tose from the grime around her lips, invading her nostrils.

Her stomach twisted. That mop could’ve swept up anything… even waste. Just imagining it made bile rise in her throat. She nearly threw up on the spot.

Just then, her phone rang. She saw the caller ID–it was Linden.

Wiping her mouth roughly with the back of her hand, she answered, “Linden, what are you doing?”

“Just wrapped up a client meeting,” he replied. “What’s going on?”

Helen didn’t care whether he was telling the truth or not. Her voice cracked with hurt, and she whined, “Someone just bullied me.”

“Bullied? By a guy?” Linden’s voice instantly rose with concern.

Helen explained, “No, not a man—a cranky old woman She ruined my dress and even hit me!”

Linden chuckled at this, “That’s it? I thought it was something serious. It’s just a dress. I’ll buy you a new

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