WAR GOD'S REVENGE

You're Truly A Low-Life!

“Get your hands off me!” Scott snapped, shaking off James’s grip on his shirt with a quick flick.

“Ouch!”

James yelped, shaking his right hand as if it were stinging. It seemed like Scott's shove had been gentle, yet James felt a sharp twinge in his hand.

“You son of a bitch!” James spat.

Scott took a step forward, ready to teach James a lesson, but suddenly Lisa splashed wine from her glass directly onto Scott's face.

“Watch yourself, Scott! If you hurt James again, I swear I’ll never forgive you for as long as I live!” she exclaimed.

Scott wiped the wine from his face with a handkerchief, slowly opening his eyes. He glared coldly at his former fiancée.

“Do you think I care? Don’t get ahead of yourself, Lisa. Whether you’re in my life or not means nothing to me,” he said.

Lisa's eyes widened in shock. Reflexively, she hurled her empty wine glass at Scott's face.

Swoosh!

Scott caught the glass effortlessly. Lisa was astonished. How could he move his hand that fast?

Frustrated that her throw hadn’t connected, Lisa turned her gaze to Luisa, who stood behind Scott.

“Hey, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be catering to those pervy guys at The Red Velvet? And why are you wearing a scarf? Trying to hide that ‘RV’ tattoo on your forehead?” she taunted.

Luisa lowered her head. After everything Lisa had said and done to her, she couldn’t bear to hold Lisa’s gaze for long. The mention of the tattoo made her feel especially uncomfortable.

Scott noticed Luisa’s discomfort and shot Lisa a fierce look.

“Luisa is here because she’s part of the team organizing this tender auction. What’s wrong with that?” Scott replied.

“What did you say? She works here, in this office?” Lisa asked mockingly, then burst out laughing.

“Of course she works here. She’s a project officer at Dominion Group. Believe it or not, it’s up to you,” Scott said.

At this point, Daniel rose from their table and walked over to Luisa and James. Lucas and Jacob followed closely behind.

The guests at the front tables sensed something was happening behind them, but they didn’t care. They were sure it wasn’t worth their attention.

“What nonsense is this? You’ve already crossed the line by coming here. Now you say that useless woman behind you is an employee at Dominion Group? Your words are truly embarrassing!” Daniel said.

“I don’t know what’s happened to you, but it seems like your brain is getting worse. You should probably see a doctor, Scott, if you have the money for a hospital visit,” Lucas added.

“You and Luisa shouldn’t be here. If you still have any sense left, Scott, you should take her away. The longer you stay, the more you’ll humiliate yourself,” Jacob chimed in.

Seeing her family joining in the attack on Scott and Luisa only fueled Lisa’s confidence. She sidled up to James, linking her arm through his and leaning against him, then said,

“Let me tell you something, Scott. This prestigious project from Dominion Group will be won by the Winterbourne family, the richest and most powerful family here.

“And since James is close with Quint, the heir to the Winterbourne throne, some of the projects will be passed on to James, and my family will surely get a taste of it.

“If that happens, Grandma will promote me to project manager, a position I’ve had my eyes on for ages. And not only that, James will gift Mom and me a villa in the northern part of Oval Enclave.

“Now I hope you realize how pathetic you and Luisa are. You’re levels far below us!”

Lisa emphasized every word, her voice rising at times, drawing glances from some guests at the front tables who looked mildly disturbed.

Scott merely chuckled and shook his head. He said, “Interesting information. But unfortunately, this project’s outcome isn’t for you to decide."

“Oh, not for me to decide? Then who, you?” Lisa scoffed,  “You idiot! Don’t tell me you’re about to say you’re the chairman of Dominion Group! Hahaha!” She laughed, looking at Scott as if he were a fool.

“Well, you guessed right,” Scott replied with a cold smile.