His Devious Rule

Chapter 167 Put Trash In Its Place

At a breakfast restaurant,

The Oasis mansion was pretty far from Anya's office. The morning traffic took her about forty minutes for her to stop by the restaurant near her office.

She chose a famous restaurant where it sells only a hundred breakfasts per day and nothing more. People stand in queue from early morning for their food. Anya didn't have to follow that rule as the restaurant owner was well known to Jason.

Anya parked the car ignoring the gazes of people attracted by the car. Although the restaurant gets wealthy customers, the car still hypnotized the eyes.

Anya alighted the car without her blazer. Thus in all black, hugging her lissom figure, she captured more eyes. The queue of people stared at the beauty to identify her while some frowned looking at her breaking the queue.

The attending manager at the door smiled as soon as his eyes fell on Anya. He used a handphone and instructed, "Get me the parcel." Only a few people could get parcels from that restaurant. Members of Team Ace were one of them. No money, no richness could have that privilege in that hotel.

"Ms. Owen, it's been years. Isn't it?" The manager extended his hand as soon as Anya reached.

"Absolutely. I hope I will get more chances to enjoy the breakfast here." She politely responded as she shook his hand. Anya didn't go inside and waited there.

Anya seldom avoids speaking so the manager fell into silence which soon turned awkward. Anya politely asked when she sensed it, "How is the business going?" However, her gaze was distant while her lips were in a thin line.

The manager was a bit surprised before he sighed, shaking his head. He responded in a low voice to her, "Don't you feel the eyes, Ms. Owen?"

Of course, she could feel the piercing, loathsome gazes with the curious eyes too. The prices were affordable in the restaurant so all kinds of people visit that restaurant including the rich due to the exceptional cooking skills of the chef.

The rich people always try to bribe the manager or threaten him to get easy entry but none were able to pass through it.

"Hard job!!" Anya exclaimed.

Silence fell back.

That's Anya Owen who will have nothing to speak with people who aren't close to her or if they aren't related to her work.

The parcel arrived. The manager passed it to her while listening to her wishes, "Thank you. Have a good day." She walked away ignoring the displeased remarks of the waiting customers.

Keeping the food on the back seat. Anya closed the door when she heard a cry of a girl from the restaurant. Turning around quickly, she witnessed a petite college girl on the ground and Flora Dalton dusting her shoulder as though she was grazed by dirt.

It wasn't the first time Anya was seeing Flora Dalton in these five years. Every time Anya witnessed Flora behaving like a princess of the country, looking down on every other person.

Judging from the situation, Anya could easily guess what might have happened just a few seconds back. The college girl was excited to enter inside thus she had turned to her boyfriend and stepped back towards the door. Flora was Flora. She expects a red carpet way for her. She rushed out and bumped into the girl. Her cranky mood got a person to vent out.

Flora who was embarrassed prior, snarled at the girl who was on the ground, "Have you f**king lost your eyes?" She made a disgusting face looking at the girl, judging her by the simple clothes.

The manager was experienced. He interjected quickly, helped the girl with her boyfriend, and apologized to Flora and the girl just to resolve the situation.

However, Flora gave a condemning look to the manager, "What kind of restaurant is this? How could you let people like them enter here?" Her eyes shifted to the couple, "Low standard freaks."

The boyfriend who took care of his girlfriend didn't hold back anymore, "Mind your words. Just because we are silent, don't make yourself a victim here. You were the one who bumped into my girlfriend." His girlfriend wasn't even blocking the path.

"I…" Flora pointed at herself and sneered, "I bumped?" She laughed as if somebody cracked a joke. But her face suddenly turned ugly. She grabbed the water bottle from her friend's hand and poured it over the girl and boy's heads.

Everyone was shocked at the development and gasped loudly. The manager quickly cued at the waiters to get the tissue.

Flora threw the bottle on the floor and growled at the two, "How dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?"

Anya clenched her teeth looking at the girl trembling in the cold. While talking with the manager, Anya had heard the girl sweetly talking with her boyfriend, now the girl was reduced to tears. Anya was done.

In the past, she never watched Flora's show. After watching today and knowing that she will have to meet Flora in the future, Anya took the charge.

She walked up to them while the manager called security to throw Flora out. Flora won't be allowed in the restaurant anymore.

Was it enough?

No. Anya could have used words but she chose violence.

'Pak.'

She struck Flora harder and sharper without a hint of mercy. But she didn't use her full strength which will probably leave Flora dizzy.

'Gasp,' The gasps were louder than the last time. People were shocked because Flora was no ordinary lady but a well-known designer and daughter of a wealthy family.

Flora's head was thrown aside, her reddened eyes filled up due to the stinging pain while her body froze to accept what just happened. She was mollycoddled from the time she took birth. Nobody ever dared to scold her, much less raise a hand on her.

Her day was the worst ever. Her whole body started quivering in anger. She gnashed her teeth to give the person a good lesson.

Whereas, Anya was craving to strike more. Not because of the drama she witnessed, for drugging Alvin twice, for hounding him all these years.

Flora's friend had her hands on her mouth. She was shocked to witness it but didn't put effort to stand for her friend.

Flora glared at the damned lady who dared to hit her. "You f**king…" She was about to slap Anya, the latter caught her hand and twisted it.

Flora was shocked. To escape the pain, she turned around and Anya locked Flora's hand behind her back and twisted hard.

"Ahhh… You b*tch… Let me.. Ahh…" Flora cried whenever Anya pulled her hand causing her to feel the pain she never felt before. She was a delicate princess, so it was obviously the first experience.

Flora was taller than Anya wearing sky-high heels. Anya who was teased for being chubby was slender than Flora who had luscious curves. However, it didn't affect Anya's demeanor even a bit. She commanded coldly, "Apologize."

Flora would never bow down to anybody so she refused, "You bloody wh*re, you will… Ahhh…. Ahhh…"

Threatening her? It had no use. Anya gave her some more pain. Anya never blamed Alvin for making her go through the pain because she always blamed Flora for drugging Alvin. So the pain Flora was in was nothing compared to what she had been through.

Didn't Flora try to bully Anya on the first day of college?

Now it was her turn to bully more brutally. It wasn't because Anya wanted revenge, somebody had to put Flora in place. Non-wealthy people deserve the respect just like wealthy people too.

"Apologize." Anya's voice turned colder and oppressive.

Flora had to escape her clutch so she clenched her teeth and apologized to the frightened girl and shocked boyfriend. "I am sorry."

Everyone knew there was no sincerity in it. But what more could they expect from a spoiled princess?

However, Anya didn't leave. The manager worriedly looked at her as Flora would try to cause her trouble so Anya assuringly nodded at him.

She turned Flora around and kneed Flora's knees, "Pick up your trash."

Flora was never so angered, humiliated, and felt so much pain. Accurately knowing the lady behind her will twist her hand and give her pain, she grabbed the cracked bottle.

Anya pushed Flora towards the dustbin, "Remember to put trash in its place."

Flora lifted her hand to throw the bottle on Anya but the latter flashed a sly smile. Flora tossed the bottle to the bin and threatened her, "You just wait B*tch, I will teach you a lesson." Flora dashed to her sports car, glaring daggers at her.

Anya held back from rolling her eyes. Even if Alvin wasn't with her, Flora could do nothing to her. Anya breathed slowly to relax, yet the whole time she looked calmer than the placid lake.

She thought to apologize to the manager for creating a scene in front of their restaurant but the manager spoke, "Thank you, Ms. Owen, for getting rid of the pest for us." He glanced at the crying customer, "I will take care of the rest." He thought of offering the couple a free meal as an apology.

Anya nodded in response and went to her car.

Flora, who was taking Anya's picture to find her easily, widened her eyes in disbelief looking at the car she got in. She knew every wealthy family in the city, she never saw the lady and importantly, if she could own that car, she was much more powerful than the Dalton family.

However, how could Flora bear the humiliation? She was already a laughing stock in society, she couldn't let her image tarnish more. She will definitely teach that audacious lady a lesson.

Both cars drove away in opposite directions while Flora's friend watched the G63 Wagon disappearing from her sight.

She felt Anya familiar like she had seen the lady somewhere, 'Where have I seen her?'