The Windfalls of Love novel Chapter 225

Roxanne started to slow down munching on her spicy garlic chicken, but she was still savoring the taste.

"I'm talking to you, are you listening?"

Roxanne had caught the eye of Harrison, and out of jealousy, the short-haired woman shot her an icy glare.

"Ms. Martinez, I'm talking to you, did you even listen to me? Look at you, all you know is to eat, are you a pig? Only knowing how to stuff your face, can't you hear me talking to you, don't you have any manners?"

"You're calling me a pig!" Roxanne wiped her hands and stood up, "Who's the one with no manners?"

She was certain that this woman was interested in Harrison.

At that day’s banquet, besides family relatives, there were also some of Vincent's friends.

The short-haired woman must be the daughter of one of Vincent's friends, otherwise, she wouldn't have been invited to that banquet.

"Do I even need to be polite to someone like you?" The short-haired woman was extremely arrogant.

She was haughty as if she wanted to step on Roxanne.

"You're uneducated, ignorant, incapable, without any background, just a parasite in society. You're only fit to marry those blue-collar workers. Harrison must be blind to have picked you."

The short-haired woman had been chasing after Harrison since high school, for over a decade, that’s why she was so pissed at her.

And yet, Harrison silently married someone she considered the lowest of the low.

What did Roxanne have that she didn’t?

The relentless mockery was starting to get under Roxanne's skin.

What was wrong with being low class? Weren’t they human too?

Roxanne didn't care who she was, whether she was Vincent's important guest or not, she slapped her right across the face.

"You like my husband, want to steal him away, then just say it. What's the point of insulting people with sharp and spiteful comments? If you're capable, then steal my husband away, make him your husband."

She kept saying Roxanne had no upbringing, that she was low class.

To her, it was the short-haired woman who lacked manners.

"In the end, my husband chose me. Are you, the high and mighty person less than you so-called low-class person?"

Before the short-haired woman could react, she received another slap to the face.

"Didn't you brush your teeth this morning? Your breath stinks; it smells worse than a toilet."

She was at a loss for words.

"Do you need me to give you toothpaste, to go home and brush your dirty mouth that stinks worse than a public toilet?"

In the midst of disputes and quarrels, Roxanne never lost.

"Also, you want to steal my husband, that's impossible. I'm with the man you like every day, and we'll always be together. I'll have his daughters, sons, have lots of children with him. Are you mad? I'm going to piss you off. I'll piss you off so much that you won't have a chance to get my husband in your next life, he'll be mine in the next life too. No matter how excellent you are, you won't have a chance to get my husband. You can go spit blood now, serves you right."

The short-haired woman was thoroughly infuriated, she raised her hand preparing to strike back at her.