Chapter 241: Long Time No See
Mika Summers sneered at them. "Or what? What are you going to do about it!" ’Tristan Grayson has such terrible taste. First, there was that sickly Miss Monroe, then the deranged Miss Miller, and now this plastic-faced Miss Ross...’
The world of these rich people truly disgusted her...
"You hit me, and you dare to be this arrogant? Tristan, you have to stand up for me! Look at what she’s done to my face!" Rowan Ross whined, crying as she shook Tristan Grayson’s arm.
Tristan Grayson’s brows knitted in annoyance. His voice was low as he slowly asked, "So, what do you want?"
"Tristan, I want that woman to get on her knees and apologize to me, and then slap herself twenty times!" Rowan Ross said, her eyes glinting maliciously.
"Heh, that’s it?" Tristan Grayson sneered, flicking Rowan Ross’s hand away.
"Of course not! That woman ruined my clothes, and I want her to pay for them! Every last cent!"
The smile vanished from Tristan Grayson’s face as he strode toward Mika Summers.
Watching Tristan Grayson approach, Mika Summers took a panicked step back. ’Is he really going to side with that woman against me?’
"Miss Summers. It’s been a while," Tristan Grayson said, his tone chilly.
Hearing this, Mika Summers’s panic subsided. She let out a sarcastic laugh. "Heh... So, is Young Master Grayson planning on bullying his ex-wife for that woman’s sake?"
"If Miss Summers needs my help..." A complex look filled Tristan Grayson’s eyes as he continued in that same chilly voice.
But before he could finish, Mika Summers furiously cut him off. "Thank you, but I don’t need your help." As she spoke, she walked over to the stunned Rowan Ross and slapped her again.
"For a woman like this, slapping her a hundred times wouldn’t be enough to get rid of my hatred! Miss Ross, I’ll be waiting for you to take legal action. If you didn’t manage to get any evidence, I don’t mind slapping you a couple more times. After all, my hands are just sitting here idle..."
"AHH!" Rowan Ross shrieked, clutching her stinging cheek. Her eyes were filled with venom. "You crazy bitch! I won’t let you get away with this!"
Mika Summers grabbed her luggage and handbag and left. She didn’t spare a single glance back, no matter how loudly the woman behind her shrieked and cried.
’She must have infuriated Tristan Grayson again. She knew he wouldn’t let her get away with this, but she didn’t regret it. It made her happy to see them suffer. Even so, she couldn’t stop the ache in her heart, a familiar pain that stung just as it always had...’
"Tristan... That woman was just awful... You have to help me... *sob sob*..." Rowan Ross cried for a long time. Seeing that Tristan Grayson wasn’t coming over to comfort her, she had no choice but to go to him.
Tristan Grayson pulled his gaze away from the doorway and fixed it on Rowan Ross. He asked coldly, "Miss Ross, may I ask how you managed to get into LK Group with a face like that?"
"Tristan... My—my face, it’s only like this because that woman hit me..." As if suddenly realizing the implication of his words, Rowan Ross covered her cheeks in fright and stammered.
"Hah. Ian Shaw, you deal with what’s left. And remember, from now on, I don’t want to see her again in any place I work or am likely to frequent." With that, Tristan Grayson coldly strode out of the VIP lounge.
Hearing Tristan Grayson’s words and watching him leave, Rowan Ross was so agitated she couldn’t catch her breath and fainted.
The moment he was out of the VIP lounge, Tristan Grayson began searching for her, but she was already long gone, her figure having vanished into the distance...