You Are The Pursuit of My Life

Chapter 3

The commanding tone of voice sounded familiar. When Irene looked up, she saw a woman who was slapped with a thick layer of makeup. "Isn't she Lily Cook's best friend, Freya Howard?" Irene thought. Freya was momentarily stunned as well when she saw Irene. As Irene was dressed in work attire, Freya mistook her for a waitress and was startled when she found out it was Irene.-

"So it's you?"

However, Irene merely ignored her. But just when she was about to brush past Freya, Freya managed to recover from her shock and stopped her immediately, "Are you actually working as a waitress here? Haha, what a joke!"

"Is it that funny?" Irene asked coldly.

"Of course. You were so arrogant in the past, weren't you? Tsk tsk. To think that you would end up as a mere waitress. Every dog has its day. That's quite apt for your situation now, isn't it? Hurry up and get me something to eat!"

Freya appeared pleased with what she had just said. As Irene was beautiful, morally

upright and blessed with a good life, she had always been an eyesore for Freya.

Now that Irene was ditched by Edric and had ended up as a waitress, it was a perfect opportunity for Freya to humiliate her.

Irene was disgusted by the look on Freya's face but found it insulting to stoop down to Freya's level to argue with her. Thus, she simply made her way around Freya and strutted off.

dare you disobey me! I

the hell do you

and he had protected her like a precious treasure. But

charge here to fire

happened?" a

Look who we have here!" Freya pointed at Irene and

at Lily calmly. When their eyes met, Lily obviously seemed shocked. "Why is Irene

aback, Lily smiled

at her coldly and replied, "Miss, I'm afraid you

me for what happened, but it has nothing to do with me. I can't help

were still sore and her heart still ached at the mention of her past. Unwilling to show her

Freya, who was

by Lily's presence, instantly rushed up to Irene and grabbed hold of her before shoving her hard. The juice in the glass trene was

was convinced that she was

But now, she was no longer Edric's wife

over, yanked Irene's hair, and doused their red wine down her neck. The cold, red wine trickled down Irene's neck and soaked up her clothes. Somewhat intentionally, Freya bumped Lily with her body and Lily, too, splashed her glass of wine