Escort? President! novel Chapter 14

The next morning.

She could go to work a bit late so she decided to sleep comfortably until she waked up naturally. She wanted to feel relaxed and refreshed.

But while she was still sleeping, she was wakened by the loud sound of her doorbell.

Felicity rubbed her sleepy eyes, put on a jacket over her pajamas and went to open the door.

She glanced through the door that she opened to a crack and saw a middle-aged couple standing outside.

After seeing them, Felicity’s face fell in distaste and she closed the door with a flick of her hand.

She didn't want to see them again, not even for a second.

But as she was closing the door, the man outside resisted forcibly and didn’t let her close it.

Then, the man opened his mouth angrily and began to shout at her, "Evil little ungrateful girl! Is this how you greet your father?"

Felicity’s expressions were cold and hard as she snapped back at him, "I don't have a father. You can leave!"

Her words made Stanley James fire up with anger; his face turned ugly.

The woman beside him said, "Oh, if you don't care about whether your mother lives or dies, sure go ahead and close the door!"

Stella Cooper had a sneer on her face, her mouth opened in a cold threat.

Hearing this, Felicity felt as if she got stabbed in her heart, she couldn’t help but shudder in shock.

She broke into a cold sweat. Trying to keep her composure, she stopped trying to close the door and asked coldly, "What do you mean?"

"Let us in first!"

Stanley pushed open the door Felicity was blocking and entered her apartment with his wife Stella.

Felicity was forced to endure them; for the safety of her mother, she could not say anything.

She stood there rigidly, looking at her father and his wife coldly, not letting her guard down.

"Tut Tut! This is really shabby. Is this chair for people to sit on?"

Stella looked around the apartment, apparently disgusted at the simplicity of the furniture.

Felicity felt a wave of anger rising in her; she snapped angrily, "Did I ask you to sit? Don’t get my chair dirty!"

She did not welcome them in the first place, and when she heard that, she could no longer be polite.

This apartment belonged to her and her mother; outsiders were not welcomed to come and to point at things with disgust.

Stella’s expressions darkened dangerously in an instant and she angrily rebuked Felicity, "Is this how you talk to your elders? Don’t you have any manners? Is this what your mother taught you? "

Felicity sneered, "It's none of your goddamn business! Elders? Don't disgust me. If you have something to say, say it quickly and leave!”

An outsider, a mistress, destroying someone’s family… How could such a person be regarded respectfully as an elder?

Did she even deserve respect?

When Stanley heard Felicity’s words for his current wife, he got angry too, "Hold your tongue Felicity! Did you ever learn anything, or are you completely manner-less?”

His daughter was capable of nothing but just running her mouth disrespectfully!

Felicity’s eyebrows knitted together in anger as she retorted sarcastically, "I didn’t have a father to teach me, so of course, I have no manners. If you can’t handle it, then you are free to leave. No one’s making you stay here on gunpoint."

Seeing Felicity indirectly insult him, Stanley became even angrier, but he still forced himself to endure it.

After all, he came here with a purpose. He must make himself clear.

"I came here to tell you something, I'll leave after I’m done."

Stanley clearly indicated his intention.

“Fine! Tell me."

Felicity didn't want to argue with them anymore.