Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)



"What?! Waive the thirty cents, won't you? It's just thirty cents anyway? If you could waive the twenty cents off, why can't you do the same for thirty cents? Waive it off! I don't have any small change!"

The woman complained as she took out a fifty dollar note from her pocket!

"I'm sorry. This is a supermarket so we won't be able to give you discounts. I did waive the two cents off! I can give you loose change in return!"

Taking the money over, the waiter checked its validity before she searched for loose change in a solemn manner. "Wait a minute, I'll ask the supervisor to get some small change!"

"It's so troublesome! Are you stupid? Since you don't have loose change, just waive it off! It was just thirty cents. How could such a huge supermarket be so petty?"

Victoria, who had been cut in line, was already in a bad mood. Seeing how the woman held such a bad attitude, her mood took a turn for the worse. Although the woman was dressed in fashionable clothing, she was stingy as she couldn't stop grumbling about thirty cents. Shooting her a sidelong glance, Victoria retorted without showing her the slightest mercy.

"Aren't you stupid? Why don't you tell the cashier to keep the change then? Since you don't understand the basic rules of a supermarket, why did you come to a supermarket? Since you like to bargain, go to a wet market! You're fussing over everything. Are you afraid that others won't know about you wearing a counterfeit product? Mind you, tear the price tag off your bag the next time you leave the house. There's something wrong with the logo as well with another dot added to it! The letters are supposed to be in capital letters. Don't try to spoil it by adding an unnecessary dot to it!"

Victoria's voice was at the right volume to be clearly heard by those around her. In addition, the woman's shouts attracted attention. With her little tricks pointed out, the woman's face flushed in embarrassment. Right then, the cashier happened to hand the loose change over, so she grabbed it and rushed out the door, not forgetting to turn around and yell.

"Bah! Don't pretend to know what you don't!"

She then left in dejection!

Behind her, the crowd burst into an uproar.

"Alas, how could she have such a poor personality when she's all beautifully dressed up?"

"Alas. All sorts of people exist! Don't bother arguing with her!"

"I heard that this act is popular. Some would wear fake brands to deceive those who know nothing about the goods. If she doesn't behave arrogantly, how could she stress her superiority and wealthiness?"

"I think that the richer one is, the more refined one may be! The wealthy aren't so lowly, are they?!"

"That's right! If such, how would one have the guts to deal with her in business?"

Victoria could not help but scoff at the heated discussion. In the usual sense, the richer and the more capable one was, the more low-key one should be. Only fools like her would try to show her wealth off to attract robbers' attention.

Wasn't the woman going too far? Even if it was like what they were saying, that she attempted to hook up with a cash cow, shouldn't she spend more on buying a genuine product? Perhaps she could rent one! What a lowly method it was!

In fact, others would compromise and not behave unreasonably if she had a better attitude and a good explanation. The key point was that her attitude was infuriating!

Carrying bags out of the mart, Victoria was pissed. Her heart felt stuffy! How uncomfortable!

Driving the car turning a corner, she waited in line. With an inadvertent sweep of her gaze, Victoria caught glimpse of the woman from before sitting in the car behind her.

Huh? She was dressed in fake goods and was petty about a few cents, yet she was driving a Ferrari?

Did she spend all the money on the car?

After giving it some thought, Victoria thought of a possibility. If she didn't seek to impress by wearing fake goods to feign her wealth, it must be to hook up with a cash cow. If so, it made sense for her to wear fake brands and drive luxury cars!

After all, men weren't sensitive towards feminine goods. From the outside, there was not much difference between a counterfeit and a genuine product, so it was all it took to fool others. There were not many women with the ability to detect fake goods, not to mention men. Since men were fond of automobiles, it was tough for a woman to lay her hands on a fake luxurious vehicle.

That was why whenever swindlers or fools attempted to show off their wealth, they would show up at luxury car exhibitions or places where luxury cars were displayed to shamelessly take pictures of other people's cars.

No matter what the purpose was, seeing how her car was in front of the woman's, blocking her way, Victoria felt inexplicably pleased right then. When she drove, she deliberately swayed back and forth. Sure enough, behind her came all kinds of horns, accompanied by screams. Without a doubt, she knew that the woman must be fuming and cursing!

Victoria, however, wasn't the slightest bothered. When the car turned a corner, she deliberately slowed down and veered the car at another angle before speeding up to leave. As expected. It wasn't right. It was more interesting than she had expected. The Ferrari closing in to her attempted to avoid hers. Turning the steering wheel, it didn't stop, not did it pause. Instead, it crashed into a corner.

When the car passed by, Victoria laughed out loud. "You cut the queue, didn't you? Is this your karma? Let's see if I can piss you to death!"

While turning the corner, she deliberately slowed the car, wound down the window, and watched the fun as the woman got off the car and screamed, stomping her feet.

"Hey, you b*stard! How dare you play tricks on me! You'd better not leave!" "She blocked my way. Why should I compensate for the damage done? It's her responsibility!" "You damaged our property! If you're not the one who should compensate for it, who should? There's evidence left on your car!"

In the car, Anthony took in the scene as his eyes fixed on the car in front of him that gradually disappeared from his sight. From the depths of his eyes, a surprised yet complicated glint flashed.

She-she did it on purpose! Was she

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taking revenge on the woman? She was the same as before with her hot temper. She could suppress her anger for a brief while, but once she was given the opportunity to take revenge, she would never show mercy! It was in line with her famous quote, "It's never too late to take

revenge"!

At first, he had thought of it as her selfconsolation. After they had gotten into a relationship, however, he discovered how she was not weak at all. She was stronger than he had imagined!

She would seek revenge for the smallest conflict, so how could she...

A blurred scene flashed through Anthony's mind as his face paled in an instant!

Right then, a car horn sounded, bringing him to his senses. Only then did Anthony step on the accelerator.

Carrying all sorts of shopping bags home, Victoria was in high spirits as she hummed.

"Miss Atlas, you're back!" Aunt McGowan came forward to welcome her arrival. "What do you want to eat tonight? Should we get dinner ready according to the menu?"

"There's no need, Aunt McGowan. I'll cook with Trevor tonight! Leave a small space for me in the kitchen!"

After handing the bags to Aunt McGowan, Victoria said, "Place all these on the table! Thank you! I'll change into home clothes!"

As she spoke, she hopped up the stairs. Smiling, Aunt McGowan called two servants over and turned into the kitchen.

After she changed into casual home clothes and tied her hair into a bun, Victoria trotted down the stairs.

Footsteps sounded, prompting Aunt McGowan to begin dashing towards the stairs. The moment Victoria stepped onto the last flight of stairs, Aunt McGowan reached out to hold her.

"Miss Atlas! Why are you behaving like a child again? How many times did Master Trevor order you not to run, especially when you're going down the stairs! What would you do if you hurt yourself?"

Aunt McGowan rolled her eyes at her and reprimanded her, raising her hand to give a gentle slap on the back of Victoria's hand. "If Master Trevor sees it, he'll start lecturing you again!"

"Aunt McGowan, I'm not a child. I've recovered. I'm fine!"

With that, she stood on tiptoes for Aunt McGowan to take a look. "Look!"

"Miss Atlas!"

Holding her down, Aunt McGowan was frightened to see her wearing a pair of slippers. Everyone knew how severely injured she had been. Up till right then, the whole mansion lingered with the smell of medicine at night!

"All right. Calm down. If you don't tell Trevor, he won't know. I'm more at ease in front of you, am I not?! I won't do it again in the future, all right? Aunt McGowan, let's go to the kitchen!"

Pushing Aunt McGowan by her shoulders, they walked toward the kitchen.noveldrama

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When Trevor got home, it was seven o'clock in the evening. The moment he entered the kitchen, he saw two beef steaks and four miserably peeled shrimps on the iron plate. On one side were washed eggplants, tripes, broccoli, carrots, green peppers and potatoes prepared for him. Aff the ginger and garlic were readied as well, meticulously diced. The table beside him was covered with a tablecloth, ceremoniously decorated with two red wine glasses and a bunch of roses placed right in the middle. It was a comfortable sight. Right then, she sat on the side of the table, wearing an apron with her feet dangling in the air. With one hand holding a bowl of jelly, her other hand held a bag of chips. Beside her were torn wrappings of

snacks. It seemed that she had been

waiting for some time.

"Honey, you're back!"

Stuffing the snack into her mouth, Victoria clapped her hands when a low voice was heard. "Don't jump!"

The next second, Trevor walked up to her, raising his hand to lift her from the table. With his eyes squinted, he studied the pile of torn wrappings. It

was a messy sight with a dark green cloth bear placed by the side.

"What were you eating? Don't you know to tell the servants to cook you

a simple disk since you're this hungry? Why would you want to wait for me? What if I had something to deal with at the last minute and decided not to return home in time?" "I shall starve then..." Joking, Victoria reached out for a piece of french

fries and stuffed it into his mouth. "It's salty. A new flavor!"

Before Trevor could roll his eyes at her, Victoria's elbow nudged him towards the stove. "Honey, start cooking! Come on. Let me witness the

masterchef's cooking skills. I'm starving..."

Sweeping his gaze past the ingredients, Trevor could make out what the ingredients were. "Is this steak, tripe and eggplant?"

The rest could only be regarded as side dishes! She had always hated the taste of tripes, so it must have been specially prepared for him! As the thought flitted through his mind, Trevor's heart warmed.