I didn't usually chew people out like this, but I couldn't control myself.
Looking at his furious face, I sneered. This man was such a hypocrite. He had done nothing but bad things, yet he still wanted everyone to think of him as a perfect golden boy. It was ridiculous.
I had said all I needed to. There was no point in continuing the conversation anymore, so I just gave him a sweeping glance and said, "Think before you speak!"
With that, I turned around and walked out of the corridor. He roared angrily from behind, "Arianna, you're pretty good at placing the blame on other people. You're a good talker. No wonder Hendrix loves you so much, you're truly a master manipulator!"
I looked back at him, mildly amused. I accepted his praise without hesitation and replied with a faint smile, "Thank you for your compliment. However, Mr. Shelley, don't try to label me without seeing the facts. If you really care so much about Andrea, may I suggest that when she is released, you take her back in and allow her to continue being your pet canary. But I'm sure you won't want to anymore. After all, she would be old and wrinkly by then, and you would look down on her, no?"
Without saying anything else, I headed straight back to the restaurant. Perhaps because I had been gone for too long, Hendrix came over and we met face to face. He looked at me and asked, "What took you so long?"
I took his arm and answered with a smile, "I ran into a familiar 'toilet'. After chatting with him for a while, I dumped all the trash into him. Now, I'm feeling so much better than I did before."
He frowned and asked, "What are you talking about?"
I grinned in reply. "Nothing, just that I had a really nice sh*t just now!"
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