Revenge Looks Good on Me (Amelia and Sebastian) novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201 A Joke

Gotta hand it to Sophia, she really knew how to pick ‘em.

Amelia picked up the soup, stirring it lazily with her spoon, but didn’t take a sip. Instead, she flashed a sweet smile at the servant in front of her.

“What’s your name? You’re pretty cute.”

Thinking Amelia had totally taken the bait, the guy immediately shrugged off his jacket, flashing what he thought was a killer, charming smile.

“Ms. Bennett, I’m not just cute. I’m ripped too. Wanna feel?”

Saying that, he dropped to a squat right in front of her and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Amelia’s smile turned ice–cold. She narrowed her eyes. “Is that what Sophia taught you to do?”

“Of course not, she told me to just pin you down and…”

He stopped mid–sentence, realizing he just outed himself. “What are you talking about, Ms. Bennett? Didn’t you say you liked my face? Why don’t you touch it?”

Right before his filthy hands could grab her, Amelia kicked him a solid six feet away. “What the hell are you? You actually think I’d be into you?”

Where did this guy get the confidence to think he was hot? Her fiancé was Sebastian Sterling. Why would she settle for literal pig slop when she had a god–tier man at home?

The guy groaned in pain, his face twisting. How the hell was a woman this strong?!

“Ms. Bennett, I don’t know what you mean! You said you liked me, so I…”

Amelia grabbed the bowl, stood up, and yanked him up by his collar, dragging him out. “Come on. I just woke up and I’m bored. Let’s go play with your sugar mama.”

At the door, she shoved a lisianthus flower right into his mouth. “Bite down. If you drop it, I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

Meeting her deadly glare, he clamped his jaw shut in pure terror. “I swear I won’t drop it!” “Good boy.” Amelia patted his head in satisfaction, like she was walking an obedient dog.

Downstairs, Sophia was arranging the lisianthus, humming a tune and feeling on top of the world.

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Little did she know, a shadow was storming down the stairs, screaming her name. “Sophia!”

“Wh-”

Smack!

The second she turned around, a hard slap landed right across her face.

“Ah! Why the f*ck did you hit me?!” Sophia fell to the floor, clutching her cheek, glaring daggers at Amelia.

Shouldn’t the drugs be kicking in by now?! Why was she downstairs?

When she noticed the guy cowering next to her, her heart dropped to her stomach. Her cover was blown!

“Why did I hit you?” Amelia sneered, looking down at her like trash, holding the bowl of soup with drug in it. “Are you gonna confess, or do I have to spell it out? Choose wisely, because the fallout won’t be the same.”

Alexander and William were chatting in the garden. Hearing the commotion, they rushed in just in time to see Amelia slap the living daylights out of Sophia.

“Amelia, what the hell are you doing?!”

William scrambled to help his precious daughter up, frantically checking her delicate face. “Thank God there’s no scar. If you ruined her face, how would she ever get married?!”

“Why don’t you ask her what she did?” Amelia slammed the bowl onto the table. Her aggressive attitude completely pissed William off.

“Sophia, what’s going on?”

Sophia shook her head, clutching her cheek. “I don’t know! I was just arranging flowers, and she slapped me out of nowhere! I’m the victim here!”

“Victim?”

Amelia let out a cold laugh and kicked the guy groveling beside her. “Talk. Who told you to bring me this soup?”

The guy looked at Sophia, terrified, begging for a lifeline. But Sophia shot him a lethal glare, silently threatening him.

He gritted his teeth. “I made the soup myself and brought it up! Nobody else was involved!”

“Is that so?” Amelia picked up the dropped lisianthus. “What about the drugs sprayed on these

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