Ice and Fire

Chapter 828 Please Behave Yourself (Part Two)

"How dare you?" Selina rounded up on Sharon. "What gives you the nerve to insult Violet here, after

putting her through horror? Do you think we have forgotten or forgiven you? Unlike you, Violet was

born and brought up in class. Yet she's such a fine lady in character that she's kindhearted and

easygoing enough to courteously relate to the less fortunate. How dare you disparage her like that?

You overrate yourself, but in all honesty, you've got nothing on Violet as far as class and elegance are

concerned. Heck, you'll never even come closer to it. Are you still deluded with the idea that your

desperate marriage to a rich man will somehow give you class?" Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm just not as lucky as you are, Selina. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. And you

grew up in an elite military family. If I were born in such a family, I don't think you'd have anything on

me," Sharon shouted back, her head reeling with a mixture of anger and jealousy. Anger at being

vilified in public and jealousy at Selina's privilege and hubris.

"Oh yeah! You're only a little better than a tramp!" Selina returned with a contemptuous sneer. "Get her

out of here. I don't know how she got the idea of gatecrashing at our party!" she said to Mike, who all

along had stood by the side watching.

In a flash, Mike signaled his crew by a wave of his hand in the air and out nowhere, four bulky men in

black suits and dark glasses strode to Sharon, like automatons programmed to obey commands

without a thinking.

"Hey! What are you going to do to me?" Sharon asked, sudden terror gripping her. "Did you trick me to

come here so that you could revenge for what I did to your sister?" she added, watching Lawrence with

pleading eyes. A lot of things ran through her mind. 'If he is going to take revenge on me, I'm as good

as dead, ' she thought.

"I'm gonna make you pay the full price for your mistakes," Lawrence answered with an impassive look,

stressing every syllable for effect. He had successfully put Sharon down at the party today. He didn't

even consider her his opponent. Regardless of this, he wouldn't let her go easily.

The instant Lawrence said that, the four men bundled Sharon out of the party. Desperately, she flailed

and floundered, as she tried to wiggle herself out of their grips.

At this moment, Derek drew close to Selina. "You shouldn't have acted so emotionally," he admonished

his sister sternly.

"Why do you speak for her, Derek? She hurt Violet!" Selina retorted, feeling disappointed in her brother.

"But she is Fred's wife. You know that the Xiao family is a respectable family in the city," Derek

continued with a frown. 'Why does she always have to act rashly? She should have thought carefully

before subjecting Sharon to such shame in front of everyone, ' he sighed, letting out the tension that

had built inside.

But Selina didn't argue with her brother anymore.

Silently, Alice and Tim glanced at each other, and then in wonder back to Greg. While Sharon had been

locked in a fight with Lawrence and Selina, Greg did nothing. He just stood still, not even a hint of

emotion showing on his face.

Meanwhile, the guests freely mingled in small groups, talking and chuckling against soft music in

background. Some discussed work, some exchanged friendly small talk, while a few were more

inclined to juicy gossips about recent scandals among the rich families.

Lawrence and Mike drank together, while Ivy stood behind him. Ivy looked around, feeling at a loss.

She didn't know anyone at the party except for her boss. She had caught a glimpse of Rebecca, but

she couldn't find a chance to talk to her with the crowds milling around.

Lawrence turned a sidelong glance to find Ivy staring around.

"Who are you looking for?" Lawrence asked indifferently.

"Oh, nothing," Ivy replied immediately.

Seeing Lawrence talking to Ivy, Mike let out a wicked smile. "My friends at the party are waiting for me.

I have to go now. See you later!" he began.

Then he turned around and walked off with a glass of wine.

"When is the party ending, Mr. Lawrence? When will the guests leave?" Ivy asked with an innocent

look.

"You want to leave now?" Lawrence asked with knitted brows. 'Why would she raise those ridiculous

questions? I haven't gotten what I want yet. She can't leave now, ' he mulled.

"Please just forget it," Ivy whispered shyly.

As Lawrence handed his wine glass to Ivy- his assistant, she took it and carefully placed it on the table.

Noticing Lawrence headed to the hotel lobby, Ivy jogged to keep up with him.

Initially, he intended to freshen up in the resting room. But before he reached the lift, he heard a familiar

voice from behind him.

"Lawrence! Lawrence!" Rebecca cried out, as she strode to Lawrence.

Lawrence stopped, and so did Ivy. She turned around to see Rebecca.

"Hello, Rebecca," Ivy greeted.

"Ivy?" Rebecca responded with her enlarged eyes. The amazement on her face was evident. "What are

you doing here?" she asked, studying Ivy from head to toe.

The dress Ivy wore reminded Rebecca of the call she received from the former. "You told me that you

needed to attend a party. Was this the party you meant?" she asked with uncertainty.

"Yes. I came here with my boss," Ivy replied, looking towards Lawrence.

Rebecca understood the situation. It turned out that Ivy's boss was Lawrence and she worked as his

assistant. 'Why is she so lucky?' she wondered with envy.

However, she didn't give much thought to Ivy. She was well aware that her target was Lawrence.

Reminiscing her close friendship with Lawrence through childhood, she was eager to catch up with him

today.

Shifting her eyes back to Lawrence, she grabbed his arm. "Now that you've know that I am an artist

signed to your record label, why didn't even pay me a courtesy call after you returned from abroad?"

she asked coquettishly.

Not interested in her needless blubber, Lawrence kept looking straight ahead. "Why should I come to

you? Do I even know you?" he countered, attempting to withdraw his arm from her hand.

Even though Rebecca was surprised by his mean answer, she was determined to keep pressing. "I

have so much to tell you, Lawrence. As for what happened back then, I owe you an apology..." she said

gently, as she tightened her grip on Lawrence's arm.

But before she could finish her sentence, Lawrence stopped her.

"Miss Rebecca, please behave yourself," he howled, as he shook off her hand indignantly. He turned

around and was about to leave.