The entire hot pot restaurant quieted down; only Fiona Sutton’s cursing could be heard.
"Yes, I did it. If you dare, pack those things up and return them to !"
Fiona Sutton smugly yelled, her words blatantly arrogant.
Having spoken her mind and satisfied herself, she hung up the phone, leaving Hendry Hampton to stew in his annoyance.
"Wow, your temper has really grown since we last t."
Nia Mitchell was thoroughly impressed. Fiona Sutton’s personality was very similar to llisa Moreland’s—they both absolutely detested evil.
"That’s right."
Fiona triumphantly sat down, picking up her chopsticks to fish so food from the hot pot.
After a few bites, she looked up at Nia Mitchell, her expression playful.
"Nia, do you know why Hendry Hampton called?"
Nia Mitchell was taken aback. Could it be that Fiona Sutton knew?
"Do you rember what Hendry Hampton treasures the most?"
Fiona smiled slyly, raising an eyebrow at Nia.
"His car."
n generally love their cars; Hendry Hampton was no exception.
"Do you rember what I told him back when you two started dating?"
What was said? Fiona had ntioned so many things back then; how could she rember all of them?
"I told him that if he ever did anything to wrong you, I would smash his car and hang pig intestines all over it."
Nia Mitchell’s eyes widened. Fiona ntioned this today because... That ans... Damn it, Fiona, you didn’t actually...
Nia Mitchell had already pictured the scene—a car smashed to pieces, draped with... Ugh... She felt like vomiting. What should she do?
Looking at the sizzling, red hot pot on the table, and then at the raw beef and lamb beside it, she suddenly lost all appetite.
"Well, don’t admire too much; I’ll get arrogant."
Fiona put on an expression that practically begged for praise. Nia Mitchell massaged her temples, speechless.
"Could you please not be so aggressive?"
Nia Mitchell, who had been feeling a bit down until that mont, completely forgot her previous sorrows.
"So, are you feeling better now?"
Nia Mitchell nodded energetically. How could she not feel better? Just thinking of Hendry Hampton’s expression... HAHAHA!
"Fiona, you know about Hendry Hampton’s mom, right?"
Fiona nodded and, indignantly, slamd her helt down on the table.
"Of course, I do. She’s a monkey, always strutting about with her tail in the air as if she’s so high and mighty, when everyone can see her red butt."
Nia Mitchell was speechless. Fiona’s description, COUGH, was still the sa as ever, not a single change.
"Yesterday, I went to the Royal View Villa to get sothing and ran into her."
Upon hearing this, Fiona imdiately beca anxious.
"Did she bully you again?"
Nia Mitchell thought for a mont. She *had* been bullied, true, but she certainly hadn’t co off worse for it.
"I kicked her right in the nose and sent her to the Hospital."
Fiona’s eyes widened. She quietly extended her right hand, gave a thumbs-up, and offered her praise.
"No wonder I saw Hendry Hampton’s car parked in the Hospital parking lot! So that’s what happened. Well done!"
Fiona Sutton laughed and picked up so at for Nia Mitchell as a reward.
"That’s aweso! But Nia, how did your foot even reach her nose?"
Fiona found it incredible. Could Nia have climbed on a table to kick her? No, that shouldn’t be it. That’s sothing only *I* would do. So, did that old woman obediently lie on the ground and let Nia kick her?
No doubt, Fiona Sutton’s imagination was running wild again. This ti, however, she had hit on the truth.
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