Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 29

The other patrons in the cafe turned their attention to the drama, highly entertained. Seeing Emma getting verbally trashed brought growing, mocking smiles to their faces.

Just as everyone leaned in, wondering how she would retaliate, Emma maintained a warm, radiant smile and slowly picked up her coffee cup...

"Gillian, look out!"

Phoebe had heard rumors over the last few days that Emma had a habit of slapping Gillian. Acting on pure instinct, she shoved Gillian behind her and used her own body as a shield.

But Emma merely brought the cup to her lips and took a calm, elegant sip.

On one side was absolute grace; on the other, terrified panic. The contrast made the whole scene look completely ridiculous.

Yet Emma wasn't laughing.

Because back in their school days, this was exactly how Phoebe used to protect her.

Phoebe was still the kind of person who gave everything to protect her friends. Emma let out a quiet sigh in her heart.

She set down her cup, pushed the perfectly sliced cake toward the edge of the table, and looked at the two of them with a bright smile.

"Want a piece?"

Her tone was calm, almost friendly, but it made Gillian's heart violently skip a beat.

Emma was a total psycho!

"It's just a trashy piece of cake. Choke on it yourself."

Gillian felt a sudden spike of fear. She had lost to Emma far too many times recently.

Every time that bitch smiled like that, someone ended up bleeding.

Gillian turned on her heel to leave, but Emma's voice floated over, chillingly light. "Did I hear an apology?"

Phoebe frowned, her tone turning defensive and harsh. "You just terrified Gillian, and you expect her to apologize to you?"

Emma shifted her gaze onto Phoebe. "Did you not hear how she just spoke to me?"

Phoebe's face paled with embarrassment, but she gritted her teeth. "She... I can apologize for her... but you scared her, so I—"

They practically fled the cafe. Emma raised a curious eyebrow.

Why did Gillian's panic look so much like a guilty conscience?

Gillian shoved Phoebe into the passenger seat, slammed her door shut, and instantly dialed her father.

"Dad! Emma just threw boiling hot coffee all over me just because of a piece of cake! Are you going to let her get away with this?!"

Gillian sobbed hysterically into the phone. Hearing those words, Charles felt a wave of dizzying rage crash over him.

Emma was completely out of control.

He spoke with fierce, doting protectiveness. "Are you hurt? My poor baby, you've suffered so much. Don't you worry, Dad is going to teach her a brutal lesson!"

Sitting behind his massive desk, Charles cooed over his daughter until she finally hung up.

His cold gaze shifted to the document that had just been dropped off—the comprehensive tax audit for Lockwood Pharma.

"Emma, get to my office immediately. We need to talk."