Chapter 687 The Airhead

“Why, you!” Fidelia took the glass of fruit juice from the table and spilled it all over him!

The sticky juices clung to his cheeks for a second before rolling down them.

“Listen up, plastic face! It doesn’t matter if I can’t lay a finger on Maia because Cedric loves and protects her. It isn’t your place to make fun of me! Who do you think you are, Neilson?

“You’re nothing more than my family’s lap dog. Look at how stiff your face is. You’ve wasted a perfectly good glass of fruit juice!”

Staring at him angrily, Fidelia warned him nastily. She was so gripped with rage that her chest was rising and falling hastily. Then, she gritted her teeth and threw the empty glass at him.

Catching the glass midair, he lowered his head. “You make a fine point, Ms. Fidelia.”

Wiping the fruit juice from his cheeks, he apologized again. “Please calm down, Ms. Fidelia. You have to look at where we are now. It’d be wise not to make Mr. Thomas mad again.”

“Are you seriously warning me again? Who do