Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 420

Lolita never shielded away from a fight. Ever since she was little, she had been kind of a troublemaker. Although her brothers had always dealt with the mess and the aftermath, Lolita usually got into a fight all by herself against girls.

How crazy would an all-girl fight be like?

Well, Lolita couldn't have known it better. They were about to find out.

However, before the woman could pounce on her, a cold, booming voice sliced through the madness and stunned everyone into silence.

"Let me see who had the audacity to hurt my people now!"

Everyone snapped their heads towards the entrance. A tall and imposing figure was headed to the center of the room; his strides long and purposeful. The man's face had an unreadable expression, but his dark eyes bore into Lolita.

"Mr. Foster! Boss!" Lolita cried at Jason excitedly. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him, but then, it was quickly extinguished as she noticed the empty glass in her hand. Lolita backed down and clamped her mouth shut, suddenly feeling scared.

She worked for Jason and, today of all days, she lost her temper at an important event. Lolita splashed a glass of wine on one of the seniors, and some of it even spilled on Vivian's dress. Lolita swallowed hard. She knew her actions would embarrass Jason. Now that she was caught red-handed, he was most likely going to sack her the first chance he got.

Considering the relationship between Vivian and Jason, he would choose to protect Vivian.

Lolita had been trying so hard to be a good jewelry designer—someone accepted and respected by the other people in the company. She wanted them to see her as someone reliable, someone they could give difficult tasks to. She planned to restart her career by showing off her skills to her workmates, but all that just went down the drain because of a glass of wine.

'Oh Lolita. Anger and haste hinder good counsel. How could you not know that? Look at what you've done!'

Lolita almost slapped her forehead in frustration. If only she held herself back much longer, her boss wouldn't have caught her doing something atrocious. She was so afraid that he would fire her and kick her to the curb.

"What happened?" Jason walked up to them and threw the question at Lolita. He dug his hands deep in his pockets and waited for her answer.

"Jason, oh thank goodness you're here." As soon as Vivian saw Jason, she immediately rushed to him and pouted. Her tone implied that she had been unfairly treated. She was touching his arm and had a meek look on her face.

"Vivian, are you okay?" Jason took a towel from the waiter next to him and handed it to Vivian, giving her a quick once-over.

Vivian pursed her lips. She expected him to take off his suit jacket and put it on her, but in the end, she only got a towel. She was disappointed, but she didn't let it show. Though reluctant, Vivian accepted the towel. "I'm fine, Jason. It's just that Lolita spilled some wine on me by accident. I'll change into another dress later."

Vivian dabbed at her face, looking so aggrieved and pitiful in her current state. She summoned all her strength to keep a straight face.

She planned to tell Jason about Lolita spilling the wine, and she did it. 'Mission accomplished,' Vivian thought.

"Lolita, is that true? Did you do that?" Jason turned to Lolita.

Lolita's initial aggression was gone. It was now replaced by raw fear. She was so scared of him because he was her boss and could kick her out of the company any time he wanted.

"Mr. Foster, I..." Lolita thought long and hard how to best respond to him, but she failed. 'What's going on with you, Lolita? Just a few moments ago, you were so arrogant and confrontational. Now, you're here acting like a total coward in front of Jason.'

"Jason, I can explain," Gabrielle interjected. She thought Lolita could handle herself, but it seemed that she was wrong. Gabrielle was confused why Lolita became a totally different person when Jason was around. That was why she decided to step in and explain on behalf of Lolita.

"You don't have to speak for her, Gabrielle. I saw her grasping the glass so tightly. So, did you spill the wine or not?" Jason didn't even spare a glance at Gabrielle;