My dear lawyer

Chapter 268 I want your fate worse than death

"If that's all you want to say, I'm sorry." Vivian frowned and stood up from the chair.

Angie seemed to have expected that, at the moment when Vivian got up, she stretched out her hand

and clasped her hands on the table, forcing her to only half support her upper body and not move,

"Vivian, you sleep with my man, do you want to go like this?"

"I'll give you an answer later." Vivian looked at the blood bead on the back of her hand, answered

lightly.

Angie seemed to think it was not enough. She looked at her with cold eyes, pricked her skin with sharp

fingertips, and held a beautiful smile on her mouth. She said, "No, I want you to explain it to me now." Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"What do you want?" The pain from the back of his hand made Vivian frowned unconsciously.

However, because she felt guilty in her heart, he still let Angie vent.

If it could make her feel better.

Angie was fed up with Vivian's compassionate attitude, as if she was the clown, which greatly insulted

her. She picked up the water cup in front of Vivian and threw it directly on her face.

She said evilly, "I want your fate worse than death."

The water dropped drop by drop along Vivian's hair on the tabletop. She closed her eyes, pulled out

her hand, and wiped the water on her face at will. She calmly looked at Angie, whose eyes were full of

resentment.

Vivian's voice became gradually colder, "Compared with what you've done, what I've owed you is not

worth mentioning, don't think that I don't know about this, I just don't want to let you be too

embarrassed, after all, we're friends."

Looking at Vivian's cool eyes, Angie felt a little trembling in her heart. She pretended that she didn't

understand her words. She said, "What means 'what I've done'? It's you who seduce your best friend's

boyfriend."

"Angie, I've said that I never wanted to rob him from you, and I've quit. This is the last time I see you.

Please behave yourself." In Angie's astonished eyes, Vivian pulled back her hand, calmly picked up her

bag, and turned away.

Angie sat in the chair for a long time. When she reacted, Vivian had already disappeared. She felt a

nameless fire rising in her heart. She reached out and swept. All the two cups on the table fell to the

ground.

There was a "crackling" sound that caught the attention of everyone in the cafe.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the shop during work today. When they heard the noise, a

waitress came and politely asked, "What can I do for you, lady?"

"Get out of here." Angie had a fierce look in her eyes, which made the waitress shiver. She could see

that the woman in front of her had exquisite dress taste and her identity was not simple. She couldn't

provoke her.

But as an employee of the store, she had to say, "Ma'am, this, these cups..."

The broken cup needed compensation. It might be worth a few dollars to her, but it was equivalent to a

week's salary for her. It could be regarded as a high-end coffee shop. The cups were also carefully

selected and made from valuable materials.

"It's just money. It's not a big deal. Here you are."

With a sound, a pile of money was patted on the waitress's face, floating on the ground, Angie

contemptuously glanced at her, "Don't you want it, huh?"

The waitress looked at the paper tickets on the ground, a sense of humiliation arose spontaneously, but

life was so realistic, even if she was unwilling, she still squatted down, picked them up one by one.

Angie looked at the waitress on the ground like a dog whispering in front of her. Her back and

expression looked like Vivian's innocent appearance, which made her feel a sense of pleasure of

revenge.

The waiter didn't dare to say anything. While holding back tears, she picked up the money. People

around her felt angry, but they didn't dare to provoke Angie.

All of a sudden, the waitress felt a pain in her back, and the whole person was lying in the pile of glass.

Several injuries were made on her arm. She screamed, "Uh... It hurts…"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I'll give you the rest of the money as medical expenses." The more

Angie looked at her back, the more upset she got. She simply vented the anger which she didn't vent

on Vivian to the waitress.

She directly stepped on her on the ground with one foot, and then took out a pile of banknotes from the

bag and sprinkled it insultingly on the head of the waitress.

The waiter finally couldn't help crying in a low voice. She got up from the ground with a handful of

money in her hand. She seemed to hold back her anger, "Hey, I don't need your money. Apologize to

me."

Angie seemed to have heard some funny joke and said sarcastically, "What are you talking about? Do

you deserve my apology?"

"You did it on purpose. You stepped on me on purpose." Although she was just a part-time waitress,

she also had dignity. Even if she would lose her work today, she had to argue with this vicious woman.

She stared at her angrily with a pair of fresh eyes.

Angie saw the waitress staring at her, which reminded her that Vivian's indomitable eyes when she was

humiliated and tortured. Now she wanted to dig her eyes directly.

She was raising her hand to the waitress's face. The expected slap in the face did not came. Her high

arm was blocked in the air.

It was Vivian who had gone back. She had not been far away. She remembered that an umbrella was

still on the chair, and thought that Angie should leave, so she went back. After all, Roe was going to

have an operation soon, so she should save the money as much as possible.

She did not expect to encounter a scene that made her angry, "Please stop, even if you are angry,

there is no need for you to vent on others."

Angie was stunned for a second. Seeing Vivian's face, she suddenly smiled. With a gentle effort, she

pulled her hand back. Taking advantage of the fact that no one else had reacted to it, she slapped her.

With a sound of clap, the slap fell on the face of the waitress, less than a few seconds, her left face red

and swollen, the waitress was crying.

Vivian was angry and pulled the injured waitress behind her. She knew that Angie was deliberately

displaying her power in front of her. She wanted to let her understand that her identity was no different

from the innocent waiter.

As long as she wanted, torturing her was just a piece of cake.

"Angie, don't go too far," she said, suppressing her anger.

"Are you angry? It's rare." Seeing Vivian get angry, Angie was happier.