My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 583

When Cecil returned from her shift and saw that I was applying medicine to the wound on my knees, she sarcastically remarked, "A b*tch who hasn't seen much of the world has gone soft on her legs at the sight of a rich and powerful man. How shameful."

I pursed my lips but did not respond. Although I was anxious just now, I also knew why I fell down.

I was on good terms with everyone at the hotel. Only a few people were standing near enough to trip me just now and Cecil had been the one closest to me earlier.

After treating the wound, I got up, filled a glass with hot water from the water dispenser and stood in front of her.

I looked at her, my gaze indifferent. "Face or hand? I'll let you choose."

She was taken aback, her face suddenly turned pale when she noticed the hot glass of water in my hand. "Arianna, what are you trying to do? My father's the county head of Hovell. If you dare hurt me, I can guarantee you a miserable life from here on out."

I nodded, my stare unwavering. "Alright, we shall

wait and see!"

Before she could take a step back, I had already grabbed hold of her fair, tender hand and poured the hot water down right on her. I listened to her piercing scream as I continued holding her hand tightly in place, pouring every last drop of the water on her delicate hand.

The water in the cup was quickly emptied. Watching her face twist in pain, I said ruthlessly, "Miss Parker, please think before you act next time. I got your hand this time, but I'm afraid that that exquisite face of yours would be the victim next time round."

"You..."

After a pause, I suddenly remembered something. "Oh yeah, since your father is such a high-ranking official, why don't you ask him to go home and live a happy life in retirement? It so happens that such a good geographical environment as Hovell has not improved for so many years under his governance. Perhaps, it's time for him to retire."

After throwing her off with a comment like that, I took the ointment and went out of the office.

Upon reaching the lobby of the hotel, Norman drove his car over and looked at me. "Get in the car!"

I raised my eyebrows, wanting to refuse. But I gave up when I saw my limping leg. So, I got in the car and fastened my seat belt.