My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1929

I didn't get what she was saying, but I could see that she was very hostile towards me.

Freya was furious when she saw her. "Sebastian deserved it. No one has any sympathy for him. And you, if you think you're going to get away with this, I have plenty of ways to get the law on you, so that you'll end up in prison for the rest of your life!" she threatened.

Andrea ignored Freya's threats and glared at me like an eagle that has found its prey. "It doesn't matter. It makes me feel alive. I'll show you know what it means to suffer a fate worse than death!" she hissed.

Freya went up to her and slapped her across the face. "Andrea, you're sick, get help. Don't bark your nonsense all over this place. I'll make you wish you were dead!" Freya roared.

As that was happening, a man in very fashionable attire and a beret passed by and spotted Andrea on the ground. He hurried over to help her up. "God, are you stirring up trouble again? If the paparazzi gets their hands on you, what will you do then?" he blurted.

"So what? They're just some measly paparazzi! I can handle them easily!" Andrea retorted. She looked like a manic pig that wasn't afraid of the butcher, which gave people headaches whenever they saw her.

From the way they looked, this woman was probably some famous artist and the man was probably her manager, based on how helpless he looked.

The manager seemed to be a very clever fellow. When he saw Freya, he immediately turned apologetic. "Miss Moore, I'm so sorry. Vivian has had too much to drink, so please don't take it personally. Please allow me to apologize to you on her behalf."

Freya's glare was ice-cold. "If this ever happens again, I'll make sure to strip her of everything she has," she threatened again.

"This won't happen again, I swear," her manager pleaded.