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.

to let things slide, Freya yelled, "Irene, how dare you disobey me! I

the hell do you think you

anything to Irene since she was Edric's wife and he had protected her like a precious treasure. But now, things were different. Without Edric, she

in charge here

happened?" a gentle

Look who we

Lily calmly. When their eyes met, Lily obviously seemed

taken aback, Lily smiled

merely glanced at her coldly and replied, "Miss, I'm afraid you got the

has nothing to do with me. I can't

years had passed, Irene's wounds were still sore and her heart still ached at the mention of her past.

who

presence, instantly rushed up to Irene and grabbed hold of her before shoving her hard. The juice in the glass trene was holding immediately spilt all over her body. As some got onto

said this. She could tell that Freya was convinced that she was a waitress and

In the past, she would have slapped Freya in the face. But now, she was no longer Edric's wife and nobody would be there to protect her. Thus, she could only force herself to suppress her anger and

fend for herself. In the next moment, they reached over, yanked Irene's hair, and doused their red wine down her neck. The cold, red