Chapter 642


    I actually did not n on avoiding him. I knew we would see each other again one day when I left


    Salt City. I had even decided that I would calmly face him when that day came.


    I went downstairs and found myself a ce to sit. I rolled up my pants to check my knees and as


    expected, there were big bruises. They looked swollen too. No wonder the pain did not subside.


    "It''s a rare sight to see you so dressed up and somehow, you ended up hurting yourself. You should


    stop wearing high heels from now on,” Fred said helplessly to me.


    I felt helpless as well. "I don''t wear high heels often."


    "Then stop wearing them from now on." Fred passed a tube of ointment to me.


    I took it and said, "Thank you."


    Swollen knees were nothing serious, yet he stood where he was without any intention of leaving. I


    sighed softly. "I''m fine. There’s no need to worry about me. Go on and do your work."


    He must have a lot of work to deal with. He should not be dying work because of me.


    He pursed his lips and looked at me, then at the


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    prying eyes of the women around before he turned to leave.


    Fiona had just finished her meal when she saw me rubbing ointment on my knee. She said


    sarcastically," What a cheap, ignorant sl*t."


    She paused before continuing, "I wonder if she went weak in the knees at the sight of a rich and


    powerful man, or was she trying to aim for his arms on purpose? She’s aplete embarrassment


    no matter how I look at her."


    I lifted my eyes to look at her coldly. I fell because someone tripped me on purpose, and the one


    closest t o me at that time was Fiona. She was the most likely suspect.


    "What are you looking at me for?" Fiona red at me.


    "I didn''t say who it was. Are you ring at me because you''re admitting it''s you?"


    I sneered and got up to leave.


    I came back very soon with a cup of water in my hand. It was boiling hot.


    Fiona panicked when she saw me walking straight toward her. "What are you doing?”


    I stopped and lifted the cup in my hand. "Face or hand? Do you want to choose or do you want me


    to pick for you?"


    Her face instantly went pale. "You sl*t! Let me tell you this, my father is part of the management


    team in this city. If you dare hurt me, you can say goodbye to living here."


    I nodded. "I''d really like to try this just to prove if you''re telling the truth."


    Before she could back away, I sshed the water on her chest. The summer uniform was thin.


    When the boiling, hot water came into contact with her chest, she would definitely feel the burn.


    "Ah!" Fiona screamed.


    I said coldly to her, "Miss Cinny, this is just a minor lesson. If the same thing happens again, the


    boiling water will be aimed at your face."


    Fiona pressed on where she was sshed as she bent over to howl. She sobbed as she shouted,


    "Help!


    Someone is trying to murder me!"


    I looked at her stoically and continued, "Oh right, you said your father is on the management team. I


    think I should provide some feedback. Zenon is such a great ce, but the economy has been


    getting worse every year. Maybe he should just retire and enjoy his time at home now that he’s at


    an elderly age?"


    With that, I ignored her and turned to walk out of the hotel.


    Fred drove his car over and turned to me to say, "You came out right on time. Get in the car."


    I raised an eyebrow. I wanted to reject him, but my knees were really hurting, so I chose to get in.


    He looked at me and said, "We''ll get some medicine at the pharmacy before I take you home."