My dear lawyer novel Chapter 268

"If that's all you want to say, I'm sorry." Vivian frowned and stood up from the chair.

Angie seemed to have expected that, at the moment when Vivian got up, she stretched out her hand and clasped her hands on the table, forcing her to only half support her upper body and not move, "Vivian, you sleep with my man, do you want to go like this?"

"I'll give you an answer later." Vivian looked at the blood bead on the back of her hand, answered lightly.

Angie seemed to think it was not enough. She looked at her with cold eyes, pricked her skin with sharp fingertips, and held a beautiful smile on her mouth. She said, "No, I want you to explain it to me now."

"What do you want?" The pain from the back of his hand made Vivian frowned unconsciously. However, because she felt guilty in her heart, he still let Angie vent.

If it could make her feel better.

Angie was fed up with Vivian's compassionate attitude, as if she was the clown, which greatly insulted her. She picked up the water cup in front of Vivian and threw it directly on her face.

She said evilly, "I want your fate worse than death."

The water dropped drop by drop along Vivian's hair on the tabletop. She closed her eyes, pulled out her hand, and wiped the water on her face at will. She calmly looked at Angie, whose eyes were full of resentment.

Vivian's voice became gradually colder, "Compared with what you've done, what I've owed you is not worth mentioning, don't think that I don't know about this, I just don't want to let you be too embarrassed, after all, we're friends."

Looking at Vivian's cool eyes, Angie felt a little trembling in her heart. She pretended that she didn't understand her words. She said, "What means 'what I've done'? It's you who seduce your best friend's boyfriend."

"Angie, I've said that I never wanted to rob him from you, and I've quit. This is the last time I see you. Please behave yourself." In Angie's astonished eyes, Vivian pulled back her hand, calmly picked up her bag, and turned away.

Angie sat in the chair for a long time. When she reacted, Vivian had already disappeared. She felt a nameless fire rising in her heart. She reached out and swept. All the two cups on the table fell to the ground.

There was a "crackling" sound that caught the attention of everyone in the cafe.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the shop during work today. When they heard the noise, a waitress came and politely asked, "What can I do for you, lady?"

"Get out of here." Angie had a fierce look in her eyes, which made the waitress shiver. She could see that the woman in front of her had exquisite dress taste and her identity was not simple. She couldn't provoke her.

But as an employee of the store, she had to say, "Ma'am, this, these cups..."

The broken cup needed compensation. It might be worth a few dollars to her, but it was equivalent to a week's salary for her. It could be regarded as a high-end coffee shop. The cups were also carefully selected and made from valuable materials.

"It's just money. It's not a big deal. Here you are."

She was raising her hand to the waitress's face. The expected slap in the face did not came. Her high arm was blocked in the air.

It was Vivian who had gone back. She had not been far away. She remembered that an umbrella was still on the chair, and thought that Angie should leave, so she went back. After all, Roe was going to have an operation soon, so she should save the money as much as possible.

She did not expect to encounter a scene that made her angry, "Please stop, even if you are angry, there is no need for you to vent on others."

Angie was stunned for a second. Seeing Vivian's face, she suddenly smiled. With a gentle effort, she pulled her hand back. Taking advantage of the fact that no one else had reacted to it, she slapped her.

With a sound of clap, the slap fell on the face of the waitress, less than a few seconds, her left face red and swollen, the waitress was crying.

Vivian was angry and pulled the injured waitress behind her. She knew that Angie was deliberately displaying her power in front of her. She wanted to let her understand that her identity was no different from the innocent waiter.

As long as she wanted, torturing her was just a piece of cake.

"Angie, don't go too far," she said, suppressing her anger.

"Are you angry? It's rare." Seeing Vivian get angry, Angie was happier.