“There is no need to be unsettled with them. Be reminded, you are a prestigious lady. Why be bothered with them? Alistair spelled out for her patiently.
However, Mu’s eyes were glued to that interesting lady, all the way until she was gone.
It was clear as day that Yoi was still flickering in frustration. Mu looked at her and warm-heartedly said, “Let it go, and let’s go shopping for your dress!”
And since Mu had given his words, Yoi can only go along with it, “Alright!”
Once outside the diner, the two ladies instantly burst into laughter.
“HAHAHA! I feel pure satisfaction watching her constipated expression!” Dorie exclaimed, still trying to soothe her breaths, “better yet, she could grow a few pimples from that!”
Annabelle laughed even harder hearing her words, “Well, you whooped her ass this time!”
“Sigh, I feel sorry for my 20 dollars. I wanted to give just 10, but I don’t have any smaller change. What a waste!”
“I think that was too generous of you. I would’ve given… ONE dollar!”
Dorie grinned from ear to ear, “This is nothing! If she finds out about you being Alistair’s ex-wife, I think she would cross the rainbow bridge!”
Dorie paused briefly to cluck at her own joke, “So comical! By the way, this Alistair, I never knew he is such a tosser!”
Annabelle pondered momentarily and said, “This I agree.”
The two ladies got into Dorie’s sedan, still tittering.
All of a sudden, Annabelle jolted and said seriously, “Hey Dorie, whatever happened between me and Alistair, make sure to bring it to your grave!”
“I know I know, don’t worry about it. I will not tell a single soul!” Dorie replied convincingly.
“Glad to hear. I just don’t want unnecessary troubles…” Annabelle mumbled.
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