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!

the hell do

and he had protected her like a precious

person in charge

happened?" a

we have here!" Freya

met, Lily obviously seemed shocked. "Why is

Lily smiled and

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

has nothing to do with me.

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

Freya, who

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 holding immediately spilt all over her

how visibly pleased Freya was when she said this. She could tell that Freya was convinced that she was a

face. But now, she was no longer Edric's wife and nobody would be there to protect her. Thus, she could only

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