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!

almost detached from the matter, feeling like an outsider in watching others make up the story. She was never like they claimed that said above

“Dinner is ready.”

out, Simon brought soup to the table, called her, turned his

up everything like a virtuous family cook, even the rice was thoughtfully prepared for her and placed

if any reporter or Warin’s

would have this side of taking care of people,

chopsticks, thought about it, and got up

with one hand on her cheek, Silvia

her, “Then

be many more times when

that this man was too good

of her looked and tasted good, in addition to the lotus root soup she had already stewed earlier, and the scrambled tomatoes and eggs, he added

“You’re too skinny, you need

aroma of the dish, not to say comparable to the chef’s skill, but also definitely the best in

chopsticks, Simon looked at

you think that I should sit at the table, like a toddler who can’t take care of himselt, waiting for the

Silvia: “… pfft!”

help but think of that

description was a bit outrageous, it’s

least, you shouldn’t have

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

deny that, with his birth and status, he certainly did not need

want to?” Silvia was more curious, did

her out of the kitchen and