“I know you have the medicine.” Vincent was equally annoyed, but he didn’t want to argue with her on the street, so he forcibly pulled her into the restaurant.
Rachel stopped her idiosyncrasy as it was embarrassing to yell in a teeming restaurant.
She tried to break off Vincent’s grip but failed. In the end, Rachel had no choice but to follow the sc*mbag.
She gnashed her teeth, sat on the chair, and glared at him.
Rachel kept quiet, but her face grew hot and pinched with resentment.
Even the waiter could feel the tension between them. He scurried away after taking Vincent’s order.
Vincent and Rachel were left in the booth.
Rachel was exasperated and refused to say a word to Vincent.
Meanwhile, Vincent looked cold and seething. He felt the urge to teach this woman a lesson.
The atmosphere was choking with rage and abhor.
After some time, Vincent said in a low voice, “If you dare to yell at me on the street again, I will plonk you on my shoulder like a sack again.”
Rachel was dumbfounded.
She glared at the man in front of her, “I’ve told you to never pester me! Do you not understand my meaning?! We have nothing to do with each other! That treasure was a gift to me from my mother. And it’s none of your business!”
Vincent rolled his eyes skyward, “She didn’t birth you. I am her rightful son.”
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