Sir madame has run away again (Lily and Carson)

Chapter 168

“Mr. Walker, this incident has nothing to do with me. I did not lift a finger against that man.”

“You sure are good at twisting your words, aren’t you? Are you telling me that you were not the cause

of the incident?”

“Well, it happened because of me. But, beating up that man was not my intention! As soon as

Ms. Sanders spoke, I immediately asked them to stop.”

“It wasn’t your intention to beat the man up… If you’re so innocent, then why did you have to wait until

someone begged you to stop to stop your friends from beating you up? What were you doing? doing

before that?” Eric scoffed.

I felt extremely wronged. The entire incident took place in mere seconds – it lasted no more than a

minute in total. Furthermore, I was also paralyzed with shock at the beginning. As soon as I heard

Camille’s voice, I immediately got up to stop them from continuing. However, what came out of Eric’s

mouth sounded more like Camille had to beg me before I was willing to stop them. Hmph; just as I

expected. As long as one has a mouth to speak of, even the irrational becomes

reasonable. “Mr. Walker, that is not the case. I didn’t want to play Ms. Sanders begging me for nothing.”

“It already happened, so what’s the point of saying all this now?” He stubbornly refused to listen to my

explanation. His gaze was icy and his words could choke a person to death as he continued, “I hear

your friends are quite influential. Young Master Dylan and Young Master Jeremy, right? They’re both

local bullies, aren’t they? No wonder they are so ruthless. They don’t hide their words either, do

they? Insulting people for their profession, calling them fake… I know they were trying to act tough in © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

front of a woman. But, if I didn’t know better, I would have thought they harbored a great resentment

against that man!”

Those words of his were too harsh. What does he mean by acting tough in front of a woman? The

situation was nothing like that! Despite hearing only one side of the story, Eric was adamant about

making things difficult for me. Frankly speaking, it was simply a case of bullying the weak – he was no

better than that man. So I lost patience. “Mr. Walker, what happened, happened. The man was

beaten; Miss. Sanders was embarrassed. And it all happened because of me. Nothing will change

that. So why aren’t you upfront about what I can do to get you to forgive me?”

“Do you think I will forgive you?”

“If you don’t plan on forgiving me, you should have said so sooner! Why did you have to waste so much

of my time?” So, I scoffed, “About what you said just now… you were right about one thing,

Mr. Walker. Those in the know would think you’re doing this for a woman. Those who know nothing

wonder what kind of grudge you hold against me! Don’t you feel ashamed for making things so difficult

for an impotent woman like me?!”

“Being tough now, huh?” Instead of losing his temper, he smiled.

“I’m not being harsh. I’m telling the truth. If you were Ms. Sanders who was being cursed and

threatened with violence, you would have stood aside and watched from the sidelines, Mr. Walker?”

“Let them try if they dare,” he snorted condescendingly.

“Well, that’s it then. My friends have done nothing wrong. If there were any mistakes to be found, then it

was her little celebrity arrogance to blame. Not only did he insult me first, but he also tried to hit me. My

friends simply did what they should have done.”

He was visibly surprised. “What do you mean? Did he swear at you first and even try to hit you?”

“Why else? Don’t tell me you thought we were so free that we had nothing better to do but hit people

for fun?”

It was rare to see him looking awkward and not knowing what to do. However, he immediately

confidently questioned, “If it wasn’t your fault, then why didn’t you answer my calls last night?”

His words implied that I should have taken his calls last night and proactively explained myself to

him. Hearing those words, I forgot my original purpose of coming here to apologize to him. Instead, I

mockingly glared at Eric. “Mr. Walker, you are so funny. What does this have to do with you? Why

should I explain myself to you?”

In response, Eric glared at me coldly. “Then why did you come here to explain yourself to me?”