Stop It She's Remarrying by Stellar Strands

Chapter 689

Not long after Esme left, Peter completed an experiment. He took off his sterile suit and walked out of

the lab.

He came to the cupboard and opened the vault and stared at the four coloured little bottles, quietly counting.

Besides the black one, she took one of each color.

“Esme.” He muttered her name gloomily, his gaze staring at the small yellow bottle. “You better not do anything that will make me hate you!”

The small yellow bottle was an aphrodisiac.

Fia stared at the door of the cafe. From the time “Britney” got off the car, closed the car door, all the way to when she entered the cafe, she saw it all.

That walking posture. Her gestures all vaquely carried the airs of Esme, but at a closer look, it was not entirely so either.

“I’m here, Sis Fia” Esme sat opposite Fia, took off her large sunglasses, and hung them on her collar.

Fia stared at her, wishing she could open up the face of “Britney” and see whose face was hiding

underneath!

Fia?” Esme acted as Britney, slowly waving at Fia, acting as if she cared about Fia.

can’t be that the things I sent to Mr. Maxwell caused the two of you to

I have caused

Esme suddenly shrieked

the table, looking

it before Stop calling me Sis

a white gentle looking suit Her face, which was drenched in coffee, was already looking bad, and the coffee dirtied her suit, which immediately cracked

used the napkin to vigorously wipe her face and suit, her gaze like daggers stabbing

Fia’s face

mind my words. Don’t get

ruthlessly threw out a sentence. And after the waiter came running over, she gently said to the waiter,

person who had been thrown. coffee at was saying so, he simply brought over a clean handkerchief before lowering his head and cleaning the coffee table.

a table and a waiter, neither of

gaze was held sharply

landed on Fia’s

your cool? Do you want to throw

can’t keep my cool or is it

half of her face as she smiled daintily. “What are

impossible for you to be Britney!” Fia said

each word.

two seconds before throwing the handkerchief onto