My dear lawyer novel Chapter 280

“Splash--” A cup of water was pouring on the girl’s head.

Angie smashed the transparent cup to the ground. She ordered calmly with an unchanged expression, “Pick them up.”

The atmosphere became frozen and tense all of a sudden.

The others all lowered their heads in silence and worried about that reckless girl secretly.

The drenched girl was dumbfounded and exclaimed after she reacted, “What did I do wrong? Why did you pour water on me? Even if you’re a daughter of a rich family, you can’t be unreasonable. You can trample on others’ dignity because you're wealthy.”

“Pick them up, or not?” Angie only gave her two choices, impassive.

That warm-hearted woman wanted to mediate the dispute. But the person nearby stopped her, suggesting that she shouldn’t act on impulse.

Of course, that girl was reluctant to surrender and answered firmly, “I won’t pick them up. It’s your fault.”

Angie sneered and ignored the defender. She snapped her fingers in the air. Soon, two men came upstairs.

They bowed to her respectfully. “Miss Angie, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Take her to the steward.” Angie pointed at that girl. She would teach the girl how to survive in society. Money couldn’t solve anything. But humans couldn’t do anything without money.

Money-disdaining men didn’t exist at all.

“Yes, Miss Angie.” The two male servants nodded and walked toward the girl.

“No, you can’t do this to me.” The girl shook her head with fear and realized how humble her sense of justice was in front of power and money.

However, no matter how hard she struggled, she was still carried downstairs. At the moment she was dragged downstairs, Angie said to the girl indifferently, “Remember. You’re just a pest living underground. Don’t expect justice and truth.”

Bitches weren’t worthy of justice, like Vivian. As long as she moved her finger, Vivian could die miserably.

The girl wanted to beg for mercy. But they didn’t give her chances and directly dragged her downstairs.

The other servants could only hear her fading cry.

“Who’d like to pick up the glass?” Angie flickered over them and stared at one woman.

Everyone suddenly stiffened their backs. The target was the woman who tried to beg for the girl. She said with fear, “Miss Angie, please don’t be mad. It’s on me. I can pick them up.”

Unhappy, Angie glanced at the woman squatting on the ground and said faintly, “Pick them up.”

“Yes, yes.” The woman wasn’t sure if Angie forgave her or not, kneeling and picking up the sharp glass pieces with fear. Large drops of sweat on her forehead slumped to the ground because of tension.

“Crack--” Shouts of agony echoed in the room. “Ow... It hurts... Argh... My hand...”

The rest all heard that crisp sound and looked ashen. Some with poor psychological quality started to tremble.