Sweet Revenge

Chapter 36:I’m a little flattered

Wringing her hands back to the living room, Silvia sat down on the sofa and dranka mouthful of water, her eyes glanced and saw the tablet placed to the side, thought about it, then picked it up and finger gently scratched it open.

Opening the microblogging interface, she lowered her head, finger knuckles against her lips, seriously looking at the things that broke the news.

The three of them were in college, and they were all in the same boat.

But what she found interesting was that these things were not coming from the mouths of Ladarius or Vivienne, the

their so-called common “friends”.

If she was a little angry, looking at it, she was not too angry. mostly just teeling ridiculously lamentable,

Those names just looked a little familiar, some of their laces were not even quite remembered.

She was not a loner but not a social person, either Movi other time was spent on experiments and data collection, where she rarely had the heart to do some meaningless socializing on campus

ity” seried to know her well, describing Vivienne in a vivid voice!

But now these people who jumped out to “t

These people were describing in detail how Vivienne and Ladarius were perfect match in college, how they were born to be together, and how she interfered in other people’s relationships and became a third party

in their description, she was the mistress, and because of the kindness of those two, they could not bear to hurt her, so still treated her as a friend, and in her most difficult, the most down time, regardless of the former suspicion to bring her around, but did not expect after all these years, not only did she not know gratitude, but stole the company’s data and Vivienne’s hard work, and bit the hands that teed her.

This was simply a real life version of the Chinese story of Mr. Dong Guo and the wolt!

the matter, feeling like an outsider in watching others make up the story.

“Dinner is ready.”

to the table, called her, turned his head and went

and sit down, watching him set up everything like a virtuous family cook, even the rice was thoughtfully prepared for her

his busy figure, Silvia thought that if any reporter or Warin’s staff

taking care of people, and so naturally, without any

handed her chopsticks, thought about it,

on her

at her, “Then

more times when

just felt that

the lotus root soup she had already stewed earlier, and the scrambled tomatoes and eggs, he added an extra

her bowl, “You’re too

good, the color and aroma of the dish, not

chopsticks, Simon looked

a toddler who can’t take care of himselt, waiting for

Silvia: “… pfft!”

even help but think

a bit

shouldn’t have to cook the

little curious about his life, it seemed that it is not quite the same

his birth and status, he certainly did not need to do these trivial “little things”

was more curious,

why must he throw her out of the kitchen