Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1681

“Well, she used to take care of me at work,” Robin explained. “So even though we’re technically not friends anymore, I think I should at least acknowledge her for old times’ sake. So, I invited her for my last dinner.”

Libby tucked her phone away and said nothing. All she knew was that her mood for selfies was dashed.

Arianne crossed the room and took her seat with phlegm, addressing no one in the room either through eye contact or verbal greetings. In her mind, Libby had rolled her eyes for almost a hundred times over the party-pooper’s attitude. All that was left was squeezing a scornful “Holy sh*t, still putting on those godforsaken airs because you were ‘Mrs. Tremont’ for a few days?!’ through her teeth.

The group dined in silence. Then, Arianne—seemingly casually—broke the spell, asking, “So, Libby Sheppard. I heard that you used to be quite chummy with Shelly-Ann Leigh, weren’t you? Still talking to her after she left?”

Libby stole a furtive glance at Arianne and decided against springing into an answer. Instead, she remained quiet as she tried to fathom Arianne’s loaded question.

It was only when Arianne’s biting eyes refused to leave Libby’s face that the latter finally had to answer, “Yes? But only in phone calls and whatnot. I mean, you know her leg condition, right? It’s not like we can hang out for lunch or whatever, if that’s what you’re thinking. Seriously, why are you even asking?”

Robin beat Libby to the exit and blocked it with her frame, causing the latter’s expression to darken even more. “And what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” she lashed out. “Oh, is this whole thing just a joint setup from the two of you? My God, you always looked like a naïve, rosy-eyed schmuck, but who knew you’ve got such an acting talent, hon? Now be a sweetheart and step aside, or I’ll scream for help!”

Robin doubled-down on blocking the door. “Oh yea? Scream then; I dare you! Or, maybe, you should look around and remember whose turf you’re in right now and realize that your scream isn’t gonna mean jack! Both times when I was tearing up in the office, you came with that whole ‘aww, you okay, sweetheart?’ act even though we were never pals in the first place. You didn’t actually think I’d forget how you treated me in the past, did you? Back when Shelly was still in the department, every single one of you had ostracized me just because I’m friends with Arianne! I don’t think anyone would care if I was crying—I could be literally dying on my desk and not one of you would care, either! So why would you suddenly go against your usual attitude when I started crying then, if not because you wanted to make sure that I was tearing up over a crime I became a scapegoat for? You were really relieved to know that I’d successfully turned into your fall guy, weren’t you? And you’re not the only one too, because I bet Shelly felt just as relieved—because she’s the puppet-master who commanded you to do this! You dirtbags just wanna kick Arianne out of Tremont Enterprise!”

Libby’s face had turned into a collage of red. She lurched at Robin and yanked a fistful of her shirt as she retorted hotly, “As if I’m gonna gain anything from ousting her! Stop smearing me, b*tch!”