At England's VIP hotel
In a warm and golden western restaurant, under the square-shaped crystal chandelier, two women with completely different styles were sitting face to face.
The woman on the left was wearing an off-shoulder black dress. She was wearing a delicate makeup, and there was a hint of charm hidden in her elegant temperament.
As for the woman on the right, she wore a white T-shirt and a pair of blue denim trousers. Her feet stretched out casually, revealing the hole on her pants. The hole on her knee cap was so big that it felt like an exaggeration.
This was a very popular way of dressing in recent years. She didn't think it was inappropriate to wear this outfit to a high-end five-star hotel.
On the contrary, the woman in the knee-length evening dress opposite her showed a look of disdain and even sarcasm in her eyes. She snorted and said, "Lyra, look at yourself from head to toe. Do you know why Daniel chose me instead of you? He said that you are too unresponsive. When he was with you, he was as celibate as a monk or a eunuch. He has been with you for three years. If it weren't for your father's kindness to him, do you really think he would have tolerated you for so long?"
The woman chattered on and on, and her beautiful red lips continued closing as quickly as it opened. Lyra stared straight at her, constantly raising the western wine on the table, one cup after another.
It was said that this woman came from a rich family and was indeed a rich, rich, and beautiful woman. A bottle of western wine worth several thousand pounds was like a bottle of plain water. How could she let down the other party's "good intentions"?
Lyra didn't say anything. She put the cup down heavily and simply blew it into the bottle.
The woman on the opposite side looked at her, as she continued using the wine to drown her sorrows. She only wanted to drink as much as she could consume. She smiled even more proudly. "Lyra, I might as well tell you. I'm already with Daniel. He said that I'm more attractive than you and more charming than you."
"Is that so?" Lyra shook the empty bottle in her hand, her eyes were already a little drunk. For the past three years of their relationship, he had never agreed to get married. It had always been Daniel. She had never known that the reason why he abandoned her was so simple and vulgar!
The most annoying thing was that this woman even invited her to show off.
"Miss Richardson, I'll tell you the truth. I don't care about Daniel! He doesn't even have the right to touch me. How dare he compare me with you? I think he's just a coward. I don't think you can enjoy yourself. You came to me to find a sense of peace? Let me tell you, I've found a man who is more masculine than he is and would ever be. I'm going to hook up with him!"
The more she spoke, the more excited she became Lyra simply stood up, but the alcohol she consumed made her lose her balance.
She laughed and shouted in the spacious and empty restaurant, "One more bottle of this wine. Our Miss Richardson is not short of money!"
As she shouted, the waiter handed her an identical bottle of the western wine. Just as he was about to respectfully pour the wine, it was snatched by Lyra.
She opened her mouth and bit the bottle. With her good teeth, she bit out the cork.
Pu...
She opened her mouth and spat at the woman's face.
The stopper hit Richardson Kiral's nose. Suddenly, Richardson Kiral covered her nose and cried out in pain. after a while, she released her hand, she looked at Lyra, who looked miserable, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Miss Richardson, your nose is crooked! This plastic surgery technique is not bad." While laughing sarcastically, she took a big gulp from the wine bottle. In the next second, her face sank. She raised the bottle and poured the rest of the wine on Richardson Kiral's head.
On the other side of the restaurant, a man and a woman were having a blind date in a soft but private room.
But at this moment, compared with their blind date, the show of the two women not far away was more exciting.
A few minutes later, the table got turned over, and then two figures twisted and fought, pulling each other's hair and scolding each other.
The woman in the crazy jean was obviously more powerful. In the end, she couldn't help but pull the woman's hair. She cried as she ran out, rubbing her eyes. While running, she said, "Lyra, you madwoman! I will settle this with you sooner or later!"
Screech圙圙
With her hair looking like a chicken's nest a product of their fight, Lyra had a smug face on as she watched her leaving.
When everything returned to normal, she threw herself on the sofa again and roared in a dispirited voice, "Give me the wine!"
"Miss, I'm sorry. You drank too much... We can't..."
"What are you talking about? Miss Richardson has plenty of money. Are you looking down on her? Take out all the best wine in your hotel and record it all in her account!"
...
"Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith!"
There was a private seat not far away from Lyra, and the man's blind date was a little jealous.
The man in front of her is called Smith Adam, he was over 30 years old. He had the Stone's family background and a good job-he served as the second-in-command in the security company where he worked.
As a security guard, he exuded a natural sense of righteousness. He was 1.8 meters tall and looked good. He was the perfect person in the hearts of many girls.
The woman's name was Olivia, and she was one of the four young teachers in the city.
They had met at the award ceremony; the targets were all doctors or teachers.
Therefore, Olivia thought that she was gentle and quiet, and she came from a literary aristocratic family. She could be said to be a perfect match for him.
But she was angry. Since Adam took his seat, all his attention had been focused on the two quarreling women. He didn't even look at her.
Hearing Olivia call him, Adam turned his head, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, got up, took out a few red notes from his wallet, gently put them on the table, and politely said, "Sorry, Miss Olivia, today's blind date is over. I would pay."
After that, he turned around and walked to Lyra's table.
Olivia looked at the red bills on the table, and then looked at Adam, who was walking toward Lyra. She felt extremely wronged. She pursed her lips, picked up the money and handbag on the table, turned her head, and left angrily.
Adam came to Lyra's side. She had already drunk up a whole bottle of western wine.
Seeing a pair of straight feet coming into her sight, she looked up lazily and grinned. "Uncle, why are you here? Your Daniel is really a good-for-nothing! He's a bad guy!"
"Come with me!" Adam ignored her ranting. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and pretended to pull her away.
Lyra was naturally hot-tempered. She thought that the reason why Adam wanted to take her away was that he was afraid that she would make a scene and ruin Daniel's reputation in public and the reputation of the Adam family.
But she was clearly the victim. Did she not even have the right to vent her anger in public?
She clenched her teeth and glared at Adam. Her slender wrist kept moving back and forth, trying to pull out of his strong grip.
But the more she struggled, the tighter Adam pulled. When she tried her best to fight with him, he held her up by the waist...
