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

“Dinner is ready.”

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

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

figure, Silvia thought that if any reporter or Warin’s staff saw this scene now, they would delinitely drop their laws in

would have this side of taking care of people, and so naturally, without any sense of dissonance,

handed her chopsticks, thought about it, and got up and served soup in

flattered.” with one hand on her cheek, Silvia looked at him

her,

be many more times when you are ‘surprised in the

felt that this man was too

already stewed earlier, and the scrambled tomatoes and eggs, he added an extra steamed pork and cold crispy bamboo shoots

bowl, “You’re too

the color and aroma of the dish, not

his 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

was a bit outrageous, it’s actually

shouldn’t have to cook

seemed that it

of course you don’t have to.” He did not deny that, with his birth and status, he

curious, did he have a hobby

out of the kitchen and take