CHAPTER 2 - 2

Having noticed Edward gazing at the other end of the corridor, Imogen, who was beside him, turned around in that direction. She was amazed because there was absolutely nothing. "Edward, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing. Let's go!" Edward said, gathering himself.

I had been stuck in the waiting lounge for more than an hour, and my stomach was growling with hunger. Oliver was such a sadist. There he was, with a beautiful woman wrapped in his arms, sipping wine and an elegant buffet. But because he was my boss, I was to starve here. What an inhuman capitalist!

And as I was grumbling in my mind again, Oliver summoned me and said, "Go to the hall and have something to eat. Mind what I have said. Don't run, walk, or look around! After you have eaten, just return to the lounge and remain there waiting for me!"

"Yes, Mr. Whitfield!" I answered.

I opened the door and headed straight into the hall. The people in the hall were the classy, rich, and powerful. I just looked at them and headed straight to the buffet area.

I took a glass of juice and selected a plate of food. When I was about to seat myself to eat, a voice shouted behind me. "Bring me some food!"

The arrogant tone was somehow familiar. I turned around and noticed a woman, whose face was made up heavily, standing right in front of me. "Isn't she Imogen's best friend, Hannah Bennett?" I presumed.

Hannah was also shocked when she saw me too. Since I was wearing a working attire, Hannah instantly assumed that I was a waitress. However, the instant our eyes met, Hannah was shocked that I turned out to be Clara Whitmore!

"It's you?" exclaimed Hannah.

I ignored Hannah and kept walking out with my lunch. Hannah was stunned, but she collected herself in a split second and caught hold of me. "Are you a waiter here? Ha ha! I'm killing myself laughing!" Hannah jeered.

"Is it that funny?" I replied frostily.

"Of course, Clara. Weren't you really snooty prior to this? Tsk, tsk. And now you're just a waitress. Well, things certainly can turn around in a split second. This has to be your genuine experience, don't it? Get on with it now and bring me some grub!"

Hannah acted as if she had finally gained power over me. She never tolerated me earlier. I was beautiful, highly blessed, and chivalrous as well. I simply seemed to have it all. Since I had been rejected by Edward and ended up being an ordinary waitress, Hannah had to find a means of embarrassing me.

I was completely disgusted by the manner in which Hannah acted. I circumvented her to leave, not wishing to appear silly fighting with a bully like her.

But why would Hannah let me go? She had waited for it, anyway. "Clara, do you really dare defy me? Do you not suppose that I can have someone fire you?" Hannah tried to scare me.

"You want to dismiss me? Oh, Miss Bennett, you certainly think quite a lot of yourself!" I snapped.

"How can you insult me?" Hannah stamped her foot in anger. She was seething with rage. Before, she had not dared play around with me because I was the wife of Edward and Edward was so jealous of me. But now, things were different. Without Edward, I was just a lowly waitress. To crush me would be no different than stepping on an ant.

"I'll let the boss know straight away and have her fire you!" Hannah yelled.

"What's happening, Hannah?" A gentle voice interrupted.

"Imogen, you've just arrived. Observe this individual!" Hannah nodded in my direction, taunting.

I held Imogen's eyes firmly, staring straight into her face. Imogen was obviously shocked. "How is Clara here?" she was thinking.

Imogen was thoroughly shocked inside, but she did not show it. She put on a smile instead and said, "Hello, sister!"

I shot her a cold stare and said, "Miss, had you dialled the wrong number?"

"Dear sister, I know that you are still bitter against me, but it was not my doing. It was Edward who liked me."

Although three years had already lapsed, it was not bearable for me to reminisce about the past. I did not want my painful past to be disclosed to anyone, so I turned around and departed.

Since Imogen came to stay, Hannah had obviously grown bolder. She sprinted over to me and pushed me forcefully, and I spilled all of the juice over my self. Hannah caught some of the juice on her, so she wailed, "Hey, look what you did!"

When Hannah said that, she was radiating triumph. I was sure Hannah had indeed treated me like a waitress for the sole purpose of disgracing me so that I could be fired.

My eyes were dark with anger. If it were earlier, I would have slapped Hannah right in the face. But now, I was no longer Mrs. Harrington, who had Edward's love. Reminiscing about it, I kept the anger in my heart under control and left.

Seeing that I did not resist, Hannah glared at Imogen. She continued to grab my hair and poured a glass of red wine directly on my neck.

The cold red wine trickled down along the neck, dampening my clothes. Not knowing if it was done intentionally or not, Hannah had shoved me to Imogen, who withdrew her hand and poured another glass of wine on my face.

My eyes were burning with anguish. I had hoped to compromise and leave, but because I noticed that Hannah was stubborn, anger lodged in my heart. Hannah and Imogen stood as one. As they acted towards me, it seemed this would not be of a good result. I was not temper-less. The ploy Hannah used was the same as Imogen's. They were planning to defame me all over again. If they wanted to make me the bad guy anyway, why should I even be nice?

Since I was now furious, I took the plate of food I had in hand and spilled it on Hannah's head.

Hannah screamed. She did not expect that I would go ahead and do something like that. I had a liking for hot and spicy food, and so my plate was filled with hot and spicy food. The sauce ran down Hannah's hair and had run quickly into her eyes. The sensation was very uncomfortable. Hannah let out a scream in pain and let go of my hair at that instance.

Ignoring Hannah's outcry, I slapped Imogen across the face. Imogen was completely flabbergasted. Her face burned with rage; she never imagined that I could be so brutal. I carelessly splattered the remaining sauce on my plate onto Imogen, staining her designer high-class evening gown, which was crafted by a renowned designer.

Suffering in anguish, Imogen began screaming, even disregarding her reputation, "Come! Somebody come here!"