I had no reason to be polite to a mistress.
"You!" She was furious. "You just wait and see."
"I'll wait and see."
A few minutes later, Zayn rushed in, lowered his voice and warned me as he gritted his teeth. "It's best not to let anyone know about our relationship!"
"Brigitta is working here to earn money. She has to make a living on her own now and she didn't mean to come here to cause trouble."
"How disgusting." I sneered.
The soothing instrumental music paired with Felicya's acting skills was like an idol drama.
Zayn glared at me fiercely and said, "Speak politely, bitch!"
Just as I was about to give him a slap, someone suddenly grabbed my shoulder. It was Allen.
"Is he your friend?" Allen's voice was flat, but it had a mysterious sense of dignity.
"Oh ...." I stuttered, not knowing how to answer.
"I'm Allen Lincoln, hello."
Allen reached out his hand. Zayn's face was full of surprise and he quickly reached out to shake his hand.
"I am Zayn O'Connor, hello, Mr. Lincoln."
Of course, he knew the gold owner Allen Lincoln, but he did not have a chance to establish a relationship with him.
"She forgot to wear a dress today, so I took her to change into a dress. Feel free."