Chapter 10 Donât mess with me, alright?
There was no fluctuation in Nikitaâs eyes, but sheâs more impatient. The girlâs slightly (h o a r s e) voice was wrapped in an uncontrollable irritability: âI am not interested in how you came to the Swift family and how you became the daughter of the Swift family.â
âI am not interested in knowing what Patrick Swift and Margot Swift think.â
âIf thatâs all you want to tell me, you can go out.â
Listening to the direct address of her parents name, Yvonne was surprised.
Yvonne didnât believe Nikita really didnât care.
She bit her lip: âSister Nikita, are you still blaming me? The reason why I say this to you is that I donât want you to misunderstand me. In the future, we will live under the same roof, and I still hope that everyone can be kind.
This is what parents want to see.
They have worked hard enough to let us live a comfortable life. If we add their troubles because of the discord between us, itâll be wrong.â
âYvonne, if I were you, I would stay away from the troubles, instead of running to ridicule people with genuine products while carrying a fake bag.â Nikita didnât even care about the people alike Yvonne.
If socializing with this kind of people too much, she would become as (stupid) and pretentious as Yvonne.
But in the next few months, she and Yvonne would live under the same roof.
She couldnât avoid it even if she wanted.
And maybe it will make Yvonne feel that sheâs afraid, and then start to bully her.
In this case, Yvonne took the initiative to provoke her, and she had no reason to be soft.
Nikita looked at her, as if she bullied malicious weak girl, sneering, she got up, and walked towards Yvonne, sheâs so fast that Yvonne havenât reacted, the chin was pinched by her fingers.
The beautiful fingers didnât make much effort, and Yvonneâs little face was wrinkled with pain.
She opened her eyes wide, surprised and afraid: âNikita, whatâ¦what are you doing?
Nikita sights were extremely cold, the other hand slowly caressed her neck, smile cold ruthless.
Yvonne became more frightened. Her body shake uncontrollably: âNikita, what are you doing? Let go of me!â
At the moment, sheâs finally giving up referring her as a sister.
Yvonne squinted and looked at her eyes with great dislike, as if looking at a (mentally r*ta*de)d child.
âListen.â Sleepiness hit, Nikita impatiently said, âI donât care about what you care about at all. I donât think a Swift family is so essential to my life. So be the daughter of the Swift family, donât bother me, understand?â
âNext time, I willâ¦â Nikita made a hand gesture to cut off the neck.
Because of lacking sleep, Nikita temper was uncontrollably grumpy.
And Yvonne dared to bother her.
Itâs nice of Nikita that she didnât beat her. She had been trying to restrain her temper.
Nikita withdrew her hand under Yvonneâs frightened eyes, and her irritable emotions were almost uncontrollable. She said impatiently: âWhy are you still here?â
With a pale face and a shaking body, Yvonne looked at Nikita with fear, as if sheâs looking at a (pervert).
She ran out, as fast as some monster was chasing behind her.
Running out of the room, Yvonne stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
As soon as she left the room, the door snapped shut. She didnât stand firm and almost bumped to the door.
Yvonne was frightened.
She couldnât believe that a country girl dared do this to her.
Who did she think she is?!
The next day, when Nikita went downstairs, there was already a happy family of four sitting on the dining table.
Margot was talking to Yvonne, with a gentle smile on her usually stern face and her husband Patrick Swift sitting next to her.
Like Margot, Patrick was successful business elite at first glance. Nathan and Nikita were both alike Patrick, so even though he was middleâaged, his face was still very attractive.
Patrick was talking to Nathan, and they were smiling. The atmosphere was warm.
Laughter sounded from time to time.
Then Nikita appeared, and all the laughter came to an abrupt end.
âNiky, have you adopted the lifestyle after moving here?â