Many people were startled by the commotion and glanced over. The security guards, too, rushed over. As this was a party for members of the upper class, the security guards were unusually snobbish. Irene, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, was naturally taken for a waitress. Thus, without even getting their facts right, the guards immediately shoved her out of the hall.
As Freya's eyes were burning from the chili gravy, she was quickly sent to the hospital. After Edric heard of the news, he rushed over only to see Lily with a clear palm print on her face and her expensive evening gown stained with soup. Surprised by the awkward state that she was in, he asked, "What happened?"
Lily was actually afraid that Edric would come to know that Irene had appeared at the party. However, she knew that she couldn't hide the truth from him now that things have reached this state. Thus she cried and complained, "Edric, I saw Miss Nelson. She's working as a waitress here. For some reason, she deliberately spilt juice on me and Freya when she saw us.
Freya couldn't put up with it and scolded her, so she suddenly went berserk and dumped food onto Freya. She even slapped me..." Edric was stunned and quickly scanned the surroundings, but did not spot Irene anywhere. Lily then forced out some tears and continued, "My clothes were soiled and I got slapped by her. But Freya's eyes were stung by the chili gravy that Nelson dumped on her. Miss Nelson had planned to aim for me, but Freya took the blow for me."
Edric's expression was unreadable as he stared at her pitiful face. He then patted Lily, who was wiping her tears away, and asked coldly, "Where is she?" "She was taken away by the security guards!"
"Let's go and have a look!"
After Edric said this, he supported Lily, who was in a mess, out of the hall. Irene was taken to the room next to the hall by the security guards. They were scolding her and calling the police. Irene lowered her head as she remained seated on the sofa. Her body was dripping wet from the wine, and she finally calmed down after she was brought here.
She should have put up with them earlier on, but instead she lost control of herself and stirred up a fuss like this. Jordan certainly wouldn't let her off the hook. He was a rich playboy with a foul temper and was especially fierce towards her.
Nathan White had forced Jordan to accept Irene as his Personal Assistant.
Thus, Jordan had always disliked her and made things difficult for her. Now that she created a scene, she felt certain that he would fire her.
Just when she was fraught with anxiety, the door was pushed open and a gust of cold air blew over. Irene looked up and stared right into a pair of dark, unreadable eyes.
Heartbroken, Irene had left the city ever since Edric asked his lawyer to force her to sign the divorce agreement three years ago. Throughout the past three years, she had never thought that she would bump into Edric again, for she had planned to avoid him for the rest of her life. Yet on her first day back in San Fetillo, they crossed paths again in such a way.
She was in a complete state of mess while he was high above her and looking at her disdainfully as though he was a king while his arms remained wrapped around Lily's waist. Irene wondered if he had come to chastise her for what she had done. Suppressing the roiling emotions in her heart, Irene looked away indifferently. As she had made up her mind to treat him like a complete stranger if they were to cross paths again, there was nothing to be upset about, was there? Edric's pupils constricted when he saw Irene looking away with cold indifference.
After he helped Lily into the room, he ordered icily, "Apologize!" One couldn't help but tremble when they heard him. However, Irene merely pursed her lips and remained silent. "He wants me to apologize to his mistress? Besides, he's demanding for my apology when I've done nothing wrong. There's no way that I would do this." Edric's expression turned darker and darker when he noticed that she had no intention of speaking up.
"Irene Nelson, didn't you hear me? Apologize," he ordered. "Apologize? Why should I? Mr. Myers, do you think you're a King who could order me around?" Irene smiled contemptuously. "It doesn't matter whether I'm a king or not. What matters is the fact that you deliberately assaulted others. Freya has already been sent to the hospital. You should know the consequences!"
He was obviously threatening her, and Irene knew that he wasn't doing it for Freya, but for Lily. Without the slightest intention to apologize, Irene smiled and replied, "Mr. Myers, you're so powerful that you could do anything that you want, so I'll be waiting to see what you could do. As for the apology, you'll get it in your next life!" Edric felt strangely stifled and uncomfortable when he saw how indifferent Irene was when she retorted him in an icy tone of voice.
"Irene, since you're so stubborn, then don't blame me for being merciless," Edric replied and glanced at her coldly before he turned to instruct the security guards, "Have you called the police?" "Yes!" The security guard answered respectfully. "Then we'll let the police settle this impartially! We'll see how tough you could be once you're in the police station!"
Edric wore a look of indifference as he gave those cruel instructions to the guards and Irene lowered her gaze to conceal the look of sadness in her eyes. "Is Edric's heart made of stone? I've never let him down in any way throughout our five years of relationship and three years of marriage. Why is he so cruel to me?" she thought. "Three years ago, Edric had sent me packing with nothing to my name. Now that we're meeting again for the first time in three years, he's going to send me to the police station without even bothering to get his facts right." Men were the most cruel creatures in the world and Edric was one of the leaders of the pack. 'I must have been blind to have fallen in love with such a cold blooded and heartless man back then,' she thought. Irene was adamant not to apologize and was eventually brought to the police station. Just when the police asked her some basic questions, Irene's phone rang. It was a call from Jordan. After I
Jordan's laughter came out of the blue and Irene merely stood and stared at him. After laughing for a long time, he stopped. "Irene, that was f*cking cool! You're so ugly and couldn't do anything well but who would have imagined that you could be so fierce? No man would dare to marry a woman like you." Jordan had always had a sharp tongue, so Irene merely lowered her eyes and remained silent as he spoke. Jordan couldn't care less if she was angry about what he said and continued, "It's all because of you. You wasted my time. I'd planned to spend a night with Lulu, and you ruined it... Take a cab back by yourself. Your bonus for this month will be halved!" After saying this, he got into the car and left. Irene stood rooted to the spot for a while before she made her way to the nearby bus station with a heavy heart. Less than five minutes after she left, a luxurious Aston Martin pulled over in the parking lot of the police station. Edric was seated in the back.
As it was getting late, Irene laid down in bed soon fell into a deep slumber. She then began to dream. In her dreams, she had returned to that day three years ago when Lily showed her huge belly to her and smiled gleefully as she announced. "Irene, I'm pregnant with his child." Irene merely slapped her in the face, but that led to Lily's subsequent miscarriage. She felt afraid and angry when she saw the blood that was splattered all over the ground. 'Smack! The crisp sound of a slap could be heard, along with the vicious cursing by Margaret, "B*tch, you're a fruitless tree and yet you simply can't allow others to do what you've failed to achieve, could you?" "This is the divorce agreement. Please look through and sign your name on it," the lawyer said indifferently. "Mr. Myers, don't have the time to spare. Stop wasting time. Hurry and sign it. It's better for all of us." Irene had loved and fully devoted herself to Edric for five years. She had thought that
For the past three years, as Irene had never paid attention to news about Edric, was unaware that he had yet to marry his mistress Lily. Jordan sneered coldly and remarked, "Since Myers is getting engaged to a secretary's daughter, I'll have to prepare a great gift for them anyhow." "What would you like to give, Mr. Reed?" "What should I give? How would I know what I should give?" Jordan rebutted and glanced towards Irene before he instructed, "I'll leave this to you. Go pick a gift." "I... I know nothing about gifts. Mr. Reed, please task someone else with this," Irene immediately rejected, for she was obviously unwilling to pick a gift for the scumbag Edric and his wretched mistress. "Well, you could always learn," Jordan rebutted. His favorite past time was to torment Irene. Irene was already twenty seven years old now and yet she did not dress herself up or apply any makeup and neither does she have a boyfriend. Thus, Jordon felt a strange sense of repuls
Steven immediately released Irene's hand. When the two of them turned around, they realized that Jordan was already standing behind them. Jordan was momentarily stunned when he realized that it was Steven. "Mr. Cook?" he greeted. "Mr. Reed!" Steven greeted and smiled awkwardly. However, Jordan added quickly with a forced smile, "Why are you holding onto my assistant's hand? Are you harassing her?" "Assistant?" Steven repeated and stared at Jordan in surprise before he looked at his daughter and asked, "Irene, are you working for Mr. Reed?" "Irene? Why are you addressing her so lovingly? Mr. Cook, I believe my assistant could already pass off as your daughter. Besides, she's not good-looking! It'd be a great mistake to have eyes for her. It'll be terrible to be embroiled in a nasty scandal," Jordon reminded sharply and pulled Irene over to his side as he spoke. "Have eyes for her? Embroiled in a nasty scandal?" Steven repeated and quickly realized that Jordan
Margaret was not the least afraid when she heard that someone wanted to call the police. Instead, she raised her voice and hollered, "Who do you think you're defending? Tell you what, this wretch is well known for her viciousness. She murdered someone three years ago. In order to seduce my son, she pushed down my daughter-in-law, who was four months into her pregnancy, and caused her miscarriage!" Margaret was a master in twisting the facts. When the crowd heard what she said, they immediately glanced at Irene disdainfully and criticized. "Who'd expect that a young girl like you could be so vicious!" Irene was so angry that her entire body began to quiver. She initially wanted to let things slide and leave, but after Margaret provoked her, she grabbed her phone and called the police. The police quicky arrived, but Margaret threatened arrogantly, "Do you know who my son is? He's Edric Myers, and Mr. Cook is my in-law. Take a look at yourself before you mess with me!"
Irene limped out of the hospital. Not far from the hospital, she saw a beggar squatting on the ground and asking for money. She casually threw Edric's gold card to the beggar. The beggar held the gold card and looked at her incredulously. Irene took two steps and turned back to tell the beggar, "There is no password and no limit. You can take as much as you want!" Looking at the beggar picking up the gold card and going to the ATM nearby, Irene let out a sigh of relief. The anger that she had held in her heart had finally been relieved a little. 'Aren't you a rich and pretentious guy, Mr. Myers? I'll let you pretend!' She stopped a car in a cheerful mood and went home. With her hands and legs injuries in the accident, Irene didn't go to work the next day and called for leave. Jordan answered the phone in a sharp and harsh tone, "Irene Nelson, are you pushing your luck with me because I let you go home early yesterday? Are you becoming a goof-off?" "Th
"A kiss!" Jordan said as he bowed his head and kissed her. Irene didn't expect him to be so presumptuous as to kiss her so abruptly. She slapped him in the face without thinking. Jordan never dreamed that the gentle and frail Irene would dare to hit him. He didn't dodge and was hit hard. No one had ever dared to hit Jordan. He let go of Irene at once and said fiercely, "Do you want to be fired?" Of course Irene knew about Jordan. He was the Third Young Master and the most beloved son of the Reed Family. He'd probably never been slapped in the face by a woman. She just brought herself some serious trouble. It was not a joke to provoke this rich boy. Jordan would not let it slide easily. She dropped the pretense since this couldn't get worse anyway. "Reed, I've tolerated you for a long time! If you want to fire me, just do it. There are plenty of places where I can find a job. I quit!" After that, she opened her handbag and took out the phone and the car keys Jordan ga