Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad) novel - Chapter 689

Chapter 689 Not long after Esme left, Peter completed an experiment. He took off his sterile suit and walked out of the lab. He came to the cupboard and opened the vault and stared at the four coloured little bottles, quietly counting. Besides the black one, she took one of each color. "Esme." He muttered her name gloomily, his gaze staring at the small yellow bottle. "You better not do anything that will make me hate you!" The small yellow bottle was an aphrodisiac.

Fia stared at the door of the cafe. From the time "Britney" got off the car, closed the car door, all the way to when she entered the cafe, she saw it all. That walking posture. Her gestures all vaquely carried the airs of Esme, but at a closer look, it was not entirely so either. "I'm here, Sis Fia" Esme sat opposite Fia, took off her large sunglasses, and hung them on her collar. Fia stared at her, wishing she could open up the face of "Britney" and see whose face was hiding underneath!

"Sis Fia?" Esme acted as Britney, slowly waving at Fia, acting as if she cared about Fia. "What's wrong? It can't be that the things I sent to Mr. Maxwell caused the two of you to fight, right? Then, then, I have caused problems Ah Esme suddenly shrieked Fia placed the empty coffee cup on the table, looking at Esme's face that was drenched in coffee.

"I've said it before Stop calling me Sis "You're crazy!" Esme was wearing a white gentle looking suit Her face, which was drenched in coffee, was already looking bad, and the coffee dirtied her suit, which immediately cracked her facade. She got up and used the napkin to vigorously wipe her face and suit, her gaze like daggers stabbing onto Fia's face "Fia Lawson, mind my words. Don't get proud too easily!" She ruthlessly threw out a sentence.

And after the waiter came running over, she gently said to the waiter, "It's fine My sister and I are just kidding about" The waiter did not wish to participate in such a matter and seeing that the person who had been thrown. coffee at was saying so, he simply brought over a clean handkerchief before lowering his head and cleaning the coffee table. Separated by a table and a waiter, neither of them spoke a word. Esme slowly wiped her face. Fia's gaze was held sharply at her.