Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52 Beatrice's Acting Skills

Beatrice could hardly keep her rationality and hurriedly said, "Mrs. Lamia Patterson, what happened on the Internet today is that Anastasia deliberately harmed me. I just gave a few professional comments, and she held a grudge. Those things have long been the past..."

When Lamia heard Anastasia's name, she suddenly thought of Anastasia touching her nerves in the restaurant. She was so angry that her face became even colder.

"I've made my decision. Even if you stay, the Patterson family won't allow you to be with Christian. You should know who you are, not to mention that right now, Christain is still implicated by you."

Beatrice's face was pale, and she even couldn't hold the coffee cup.

When she was about to speak, the housekeeper said, "Mr. Patterson is back."

As soon as he finished the words, Christian came in from the outside. When he saw Beatrice kneeling there holding the coffee cup, he frowned slightly.

"Why are you here?"

Beatrice lowered her head. Her eyes flashed, and she made a certain choice in her heart.

Since she couldn't count on Lamia now, she could only try to make Christian change his mind.

Turning her head, Beatrice sobbed pitifully and pulled the corners of her mouth reluctantly, as if suppressing her grievances.

"I... I am here to pick up Charlie."

She passed the coffee cup forward, trying to fawn on Lamia.

"Mrs. Lamia Patterson, please try the coffee."

As a woman, Lamia saw through Beatrice's tricks at a glance.

Lamia couldn't bear to see her hypocritical appearance, especially in front of Christian.

'Anastasia is much better than her,' Lamia thought.

Lamia waved the coffee cup away, and the coffee splashed all over Beatrice's body.

Beatrice screamed and hid back. She looked at Lamia with a pale and shocked face and with tears in her eyes.

"Mrs. Lamia Patterson, even if you don't like me, don't be angry."

Lamia narrowed her eyes and stood up with even more disdain.

"Your coffee-making posture and patience are even worse than Anastasia's. How dare you let me drink it?"

Christian walked over with a cold expression and pulled Beatrice up from the ground.