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!

feeling like an outsider in watching others make up the story. She was never like they claimed that said above was not

“Dinner is ready.”

the table, called her,

up everything like a virtuous family cook, even the rice was thoughtfully

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

of taking care of people, and so naturally, without any sense of dissonance, he looked a little more approachable at this

look at her, Simon handed her chopsticks, thought about it, and

flattered.” with one hand on her cheek, Silvia

her,

when you are ‘surprised

felt that this man was

she had already stewed earlier, and

vegetables into her bowl, “You’re too skinny,

aroma of the

his chopsticks, Simon looked

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

Silvia: “… pfft!”

help but

although the description was a bit outrageous, it’s actually about

shouldn’t have to cook the food

life, it seemed that it is not quite the

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

more curious, did

throw her out of the kitchen and take over