"Esther, I understand how you feel right now, but Pamela and I are absolutely innocent. I swear to God if you don't believe me."
As soon as Hans finished speaking, I threw the package I had received that afternoon in his face.
A box of contraceptives and several sets of bed sheets.
There was also a small note.
[Mrs. LaRue, your trip abroad coincided with my rent being due and Mr. Lowell kindly took me in.]
[During that time, I used up your entire box of contraceptives and stained several sets of your bedsheets.]
[I'm not the type to take advantage of others, so I'm returning everything to you now. We're even.]
Ultimately, there was a playful emoji of a cat sticking out its tongue.
Even though I had completely given up on Hans, I was still furious when I first received the package.
From childhood to adulthood, I had never endured such provocation and humiliation!
After reading the note, Hans shot Pamela a disapproving glance, but that was all.
Not even a single word of reprimand.
It was clear how much he pampered his precious little assistant.
"Honey, let me explain."
"Pamela did stay at our place for a few days, but using up your birth control pills and staining the sheets has nothing to do with me."
"She must have brought her boyfriend over when I wasn't home, you know … "
I knew what?
I knew your damn nonsense!
I was so angry my chest was heaving, but I couldn't help but laugh and give him a thumbs-up.
"No wonder you're the nation's top lawyer. Your eloquence is top-notch. You can even come up with a forced explanation in the face of ironclad evidence!"
"Honey, you have to believe me."
Hans said, constantly giving Pamela meaningful glances.
Pamela shrugged and said, "My boyfriend and I were the ones who stained your sheets and my boyfriend and I were the ones who used the birth control pills afterward."
"The pics I posted last night were because my boyfriend and I were arguing out of spite. I begged Mr. Lowell for a long time to cooperate with me in acting out a scene to provoke my boyfriend."
"As for losing the lawsuit against your father's company, it was indeed due to my lack of ability."
"Speaking of which, there's an advanced training program being held in the capital in a couple of days. The tuition for one session is 88,000 dollars. Could you arrange for me to attend on the company's dime?"
"Once I finish the program, if any of your relatives get into a lawsuit, just come to me and I guarantee you'll win. How about it?"
After hearing this, I was so angry my lips started twitching.
I've seen plenty of bitches, but I've never seen one as despicable as her, so outrageous and disgusting.
The only response I could think of was to slap her.
Slap!
I struck her so hard she fell to the ground, blood streaming from her nose.
"Pamela!"
Hans exclaimed in shock, quickly helping her to her feet. He no longer had the same humble attitude as before; his expression changed instantly.
"I've been tolerating you all along, but you've become increasingly arrogant. Now you dare to hit someone!"
"Sob, sob."
Pamela sobbed. "How dare you slap a lawyer? I'm going to sue you!"
"I have a severe headache and dizziness, my mind is confused and my vision is blurry. It's most likely a severe concussion."
"If I refuse to settle, you'll at least have to spend a year behind bars!"
Seeing her resorting to tantrums again, I sneered and clapped my hands.
"No wonder you're a lawyer. You really do know the law."
"But unfortunately, you won't have the chance to sue me."
"Come out."
Before Pamela could react, a middle-aged man walked down from upstairs.
Hans immediately recognized him as Sebastian Fox, the president of the Latrell Lawyers Association.
