Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 71

Emma Lockwood listened to Tristan Lockwood's nonsense and gave a sarcastic laugh.

"It must have been hard for you to string a sentence together."

Tristan's face darkened, and he muttered through gritted teeth, "Emma, I'm doing this for your own good. Don't push your luck. Get out of here right now."

There were no decent girls at this gathering today; they were all just bottle girls.

If word got out, her reputation would be ruined, wouldn't it?

Even though Tristan hated her for stealing his sister's life for over a decade, she was still legally a Lockwood. If her reputation went down the drain, it wouldn't do the Lockwood family any favors.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Emma was genuinely surprised. Given Tristan's personality, he hadn't sought revenge for the humiliation at the birthday banquet.

She didn't know if he had suddenly grown a conscience or if he had been intimidated by Elder Shaw.

She raised an eyebrow and sat down on a high stool at the bar. Tristan's face fell, and he grabbed her shoulder.

"I told you to get out. Did you hear me?"

Emma slapped his hand away. If she hadn't known Tristan had some good intentions, she would have snapped his fingers right off.

"I'm not a Lockwood anymore. Stop trying to control me."

She dismissed him coldly. Tristan scoffed in anger. "Fine. I'll leave you be. Let's see how this ends for you."

Tristan stormed off in a huff, and a waiter approached her again.

"Um... if you don't have an invitation, please leave."

The waiter glanced out of the corner of his eye at the people in the booths. Those rich guys were all staring in their direction with sleazy smirks.

Emma calmly pulled a business card from her bag. "I'd like a coffee first."

"We really aren't—" The waiter tried to persuade her, but he froze the moment he saw the card.

He looked at Emma in astonishment. She smiled. "A coffee?"

"Yes, yes. Please wait a moment."

The waiter respectfully retreated. Tristan frowned in confusion, but his buddies didn't think much of it.

"Your sister is something else. So she didn't go back to the Lockwoods, but came here to hook up with rich guys?"

The blonde man spoke up. Tristan's gaze turned somber. "My sister is Gillian. Don't lump them together. Emma doesn't deserve that."

"That's all I needed to hear."

She stood up, turned her back against the bar, and looked at him with a beaming smile.

In that instant, the blonde man's aggressive aura was completely suppressed, and he felt an inexplicable wave of apprehension.

"It's a lawful society. I'd love to see how you plan to kill me."

Emma crossed her arms over her chest, a brazen smile playing on her lips.

Hearing this, the blonde man burst into laughter. "So what if it's a lawful society? How can you be so naive?"

The bartender was about to step out from behind the counter, but Emma pressed her hand down, signaling him to stay put.

The smile on her face gradually softened, which immediately made the blonde man feel triumphant.

"Don't think that just because you're smiling so sweetly I'll—Ah!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Emma's friendly smile remained intact as she suddenly lifted her leg and delivered a vicious kick to his stomach.

When her slender stiletto lightly tapped back onto the floor, a chill ran down everyone's spine.

Gasps echoed from behind them.

"That temper of hers... it's really something."