Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1716

The phone drew a line in front of Dior. It flew past her and went out the window behind her.

Within a second, the sharp sound of something smashed onto something was heard as the phone plummeted from a height often meters above the ground.

Sonia crossed her arms and harrumphed proudly. "Why didn’t you catch it? I gave it back to you." "You-!" Dior was so furious that her face turned pale.

How could this woman be so evil?

Upon realizing that the evidence was crushed, George released Dior from his hold and turned to look at Sonia with admiration. "What a clever woman you are, Sonia."

Sonia scoffed and glared at Dior, who was transfixed on the spot. "I'd advise you to stop doing useless things. However much you try for Harry, as long as I frown, you'll lose!"

George scoffed. "Don’t be a busybody!"

Dior staggered toward the window after having been released from George's hold. She could see the phone by the side of the road...but only the screen was cracked.

There was hope, she cheered. As long as she brought the phone to a repair shop, she could still recover the recording!

Just as she thought of that, however, a car drove by and ran over the phone, obliterating the phone to pieces.

Dior felt a loud buzz in her head.

Agitated, she turned to glare at Sonia and, ignoring the agony she felt from her injured ankle, marched toward Sonia and grabbed her by the collar. "Let me tell you something: Even if you've crushed my phone, I heard your conversation clear as day. I'll tell Harry about everything you've planned.

"Also, my phone is a limited edition phone. You have to pay me back!" Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Unexpectedly...

Sonia was no longer fierce like she was. In fact, she looked at her scared as if she was the victim. "I— I'm sorry, Ms. Granger. Please, don't be angry! You’re the one who tossed it out; don't blame me...!”

Dior noticed the sudden change in Sonia's expression and found it incredulous. "What are you doing now?"

With that said, Sonia grabbed her hand, and-

Sonia instantly staggered back weakly and knocked against the wall, a bump forming on her forehead. She then slumped onto the floor in pain, all while Dior stood still, baffled.

"Dior Granger!"

A familiar, yet enraged male voice was heard behind her.

She looked over to see Harry walking toward them, emanating cold fury with eyes glazed with hostility.

Dior, however, did not notice his anger, and she stared at him starry-eyed. " Harry..."

However, Harry did not seem to have seen her. He walked past her and came before Sonia.

His face etched with rage instantly became gentle. He looked at her swollen forehead and asked, "Are you hurt?" "I-I’m fine, Harry." Sonia looked at him, and then turned to look at Dior." Don't blame Ms.

Granger; she didn't intend to do it." "What do you mean? I saw her pushing you away!" George piped in. "She was intentional! Soni-Ms. Sonia, you must call the police!"

Harry's eyes darkened as he glared at Dior. "Why would you do this to her? I used you, so you can take it out on me! If you ever touch her again, though, don't blame me for being harsh on you!" "What?!" Dior remained transfixed on the ground. Her face was pale.

Since when did she hurt Sonia?

Sonia was the one bullying him and hurting her!

"Don't be mad, Harry," said Sonia feebly as though she was the victim. "I was just careless. It has nothing to do with her."