The entire hot pot restaurant quieted down; only Fiona Sutton’s cursing could be heard. "Yes, I did it. If you dare, pack those things up and return them to me!" Fiona Sutton smugly yelled, her words blatantly arrogant. Having spoken her mind and satisfied herself, she hung up the phone, leaving Hendry Hampton to stew in his annoyance. "Wow, your temper has really grown since we last met." Nia Mitchell was thoroughly impressed. Fiona Sutton’s personality was very similar to Mellisa Moreland’s—they both absolutely detested evil. Fiona triumphantly sat down, picking up her chopsticks to fish some food from the hot pot. After a few bites, she looked up at Nia Mitchell, her expression playful. "Nia, do you know why Hendry Hampton called?" Nia Mitchell was taken aback. Could it be that Fiona Sutton knew? "Do you remember what Hendry Hampton treasures the most?" For origınal chapters go to 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 Fiona smiled slyly, raising an eyebrow at Nia. Men generally love their cars; Hendry Hampton was no exception. "Do you remember what I told him back when you two started dating?" What was said? Fiona had mentioned so many things back then; how could she remember all of them? "I told him that if he ever did anything to wrong you, I would smash his car and hang pig intestines all over it." Nia Mitchell’s eyes widened. Fiona mentioned this today because... That means... Damn it, Fiona, you didn’t actually... Nia Mitchell had already pictured the scene—a car smashed to pieces, draped with... Ugh... She felt like vomiting. What should she do? Looking at the sizzling, red hot pot on the table, and then at the raw beef and lamb beside it, she suddenly lost all appetite. "Well, don’t admire me too much; I’ll get arrogant." Fiona put on an expression that practically begged for praise. Nia Mitchell massaged her temples, speechless. "Could you please not be so aggressive?" Nia Mitchell, who had been feeling a bit down until that moment, completely forgot her previous sorrows. "So, are you feeling better now?" Nia Mitchell nodded energetically. How could she not feel better? Just thinking of Hendry Hampton’s expression... HAHAHA! "Fiona, you know about Hendry Hampton’s mom, right?" Fiona nodded and, indignantly, slammed her helmet down on the table. "Of course, I do. She’s a monkey, always strutting about with her tail in the air as if she’s so high and mighty, when everyone can see her red butt." Nia Mitchell was speechless. Fiona’s description, COUGH, was still the same as ever, not a single change. "Yesterday, I went to the Royal View Villa to get something and ran into her." Upon hearing this, Fiona immediately became anxious. "Did she bully you again?" Nia Mitchell thought for a moment. She *had* been bullied, true, but she certainly hadn’t come off worse for it. "I kicked her right in the nose and sent her to the Hospital." Fiona’s eyes widened. She quietly extended her right hand, gave a thumbs-up, and offered her praise. "No wonder I saw Hendry Hampton’s car parked in the Hospital parking lot! So that’s what happened. Well done!" Fiona Sutton laughed and picked up some meat for Nia Mitchell as a reward. "That’s awesome! But Nia, how did your foot even reach her nose?" Fiona found it incredible. Could Nia have climbed on a table to kick her? No, that shouldn’t be it. That’s something only *I* would do. So, did that old woman obediently lie on the ground and let Nia kick her? No doubt, Fiona Sutton’s imagination was running wild again. This time, however, she had hit on the truth.