Chapter 982 You Think I'm Dirty? Let Me Tell You, You're Not Much Better
"Wow, you guys are really into brainiacs now, huh? Even Willow," the skinny guy chuckled, glancing at Willow. But he knew better than to mess around with Lucien nearby.
The Moreau family's clout was no joke.
So, after that jab, he turned his attention back to Emily. She was just his type.
"Emily, let me tell you... Those smart guys are terrible in bed, you know? Your boyfriend probably can't last three seconds. You'd be way happier with someone experienced like me. I promise," he said, swirling his drink with a sleazy grin.
Lucien's face turned icy as he listened.
Violet's expression soured, too. This jerk had always loved mocking her and Emily, and it seemed he hadn't changed a bit over the years.
"Emily, don't listen to him. Let's go."
Emily wanted to leave, too. She already regretted agreeing to this gathering. Rolling her eyes in disgust, she sneered, "I don't like dirty men."
"Oh, you think I'm dirty? Let me tell you, you're no better! Everyone knows you spent a few years abroad. Who knows how many guys you hooked up with over there? Stop pretending to be so pure," the skinny guy retorted, his words dripping with malice.
Emily's face flushed with anger. Was this guy insane?
They used to be classmates, for crying out loud!
The skinny guy kept running his mouth, "Got nothing to say? I'm telling you, you're better off with someone like me. Stop ruining those intellectuals."
Before he could say more, Lucien's eyes darkened. He stood up, positioning himself in front of Emily, his presence commanding respect. "Watch your mouth," he said coldly.
The skinny guy looked up at Lucien, who was a head taller than him.
Instinctively, he felt a twinge of fear.
He didn't dare continue his tirade.
But he couldn't resist one last jab, "Professor Moreau, are you sure you're defending the right person? Willow's over there!"
"Get lost," Lucien snapped, not wasting any more words on him.
The skinny guy wanted to retort, but seeing Lucien's imposing figure, he slunk away.
As they faced off, everyone in the room watched.
Whispers started to spread, "Isn't Professor Moreau Willow's boyfriend? Why is he defending Emily?"
"I don't know. Maybe he's into Emily now?"
"Poor Willow. She just wanted a class reunion, and now her boyfriend's being stolen?"
"If he really gets stolen, that'll be something."
"Willow's really unlucky!"
The female classmates gossiped, each adding anger.
Willow's anger boiled over as she glared at Emily.
That wretched woman. If she had known this would happen, she never would have invited her.
Instead of humiliating her, Lucien ended up defending her.
It was like shooting herself in the foot.
Willow was furious, her face alternating between pale and flushed, her fingers digging into her palms.
Only when the pain became unbearable did Willow manage to control her anger.
She couldn't let Emily get the better of her!
So she quickly stood up, walked over to Lucien, and put on a caring girlfriend act, "Lucien, you're so kind. Thank you for helping Emily."
Then, she turned to Emily with a fake smile, "Emily, are you okay? Zhang Zhi just has a foul mouth. I'll talk to him next time. Don't be mad."
Emily was beyond angry and found it pointless.
"No need. Violet and I are leaving."
With that, Violet stood up, grabbed her bag, and prepared to leave with Emily.
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