Chapter 29 A Foul-Mouthed Person
Juliet Weaver furrowed her beautiful eyebrows, her mood somewhat spoiled.
She pouted her lips and pressed her fingers on the doorbell, making a series of annoying ding-dong sounds that irritated one's mind.
The door was pulled open from the inside by someone. A blonde man's face looked displeased. "The old man is resting, can you not disturb him?"
Juliet Weaver pursed her red lips, about to speak when she heard Vincenzo Norman's hearty laughter coming from inside the house.
From this angle, she could see a slim woman's figure. "What rest? No visitors? You must be deliberately using that as an excuse!"
"I have liked Teacher Vincenzo Norman for many years, and I know very well what kind of person he is. He would never leave anyone waiting outside the door for two hours!"
The blonde man became increasingly annoyed, "Miss, I did not make you wait, it was your own choice to wait. What business do you have with the old man?"
"Does that mean anyone who wants to see the old man can meet him?" Juliet Weaver raised her chin, glancing at him contemptuously, as if she looked down on him.
"I am different from them. I came specifically to pay respect to Teacher Vincenzo Norman!"
Mike Weaver stepped forward, raising the object in his hand. "Yes, we mean it sincerely."
The blonde man glanced casually, not paying it any attention. Many people give Vincenzo Norman things more precious than this every day. "Get out."
Juliet Weaver's eyes narrowed, her voice slightly sharp, her beautiful face becoming fierce. "Who do you think you are?" "You say no visitors, but there is someone hiding in the house!"
"Sneaky, if someone didn't know better, they would think you were up to something dubious!"
The blonde man growled in annoyance, "That is our most respected guest! Please watch your tongue!"
Juliet Weaver laughed sarcastically. Her words particularly offensive. "Guest?" "Oh, I see! There are many ladies who clamor to find all kinds of 'guests' every day!" "I want to see who exactly your most respected guest is, that you’re daring to block me.”
“Miss!" As soon as she finished speaking, Juliet Weaver rushed forward, her anger palpable, as if she was about to catch a mistress.
She grabbed a corner of the curtain and forcefully lifted it! A slap hit her face, straight and powerful! Her brain momentarily froze.
Luann Weaver stood in front of her, coldly locking eyes, her dark pupils exuding a chilling air, devoid of any warmth. "If you don't know how to speak properly, as your older sister, I can teach you."
Juliet Weaver, in disbelief, covered her face, looking at her in astonishment. Her voice soared in pitch, breaking from the overwhelming shock.
"Luann! Weaver! How dare you hit me?!"
Mike Weaver's expression changed drastically. He put down the box in his hand and angrily rolled up his sleeves, ready to hit Luann Weaver.
But before he could touch her clothes, he was thrown over by the blonde man and slammed hard onto the ground!
"Ouch..." Mike Weaver immediately cried out in pain.
"Dad!"
Juliet Weaver hurriedly went forward to help him up, glaring fiercely at Luann Weaver with indignation.
"Why are you here?!"
"Oh...I see, you must have heard that Vincenzo Norman came to the upper west side, so you deliberately came here to seduce him, didn't you!"
"Luann Weaver, you really are a bitch. You can stoop to any level at any age!"
"Dad, I told you Luann Weaver couldn't possibly have this much money! Now you see it!"
Mike Weaver pointed a trembling finger at Luann Weaver, but couldn't find any words to say for a while.
Luann Weaver bent down gently, grabbed Juliet Weaver's face, and tightened her fingers forcefully.
She had a smile on her face.
But it sent chills down people's spines.
Each word was uttered slowly, with a slightly elongated tone, like frozen vines entwined around one's limbs, cold and bone-chilling, yet impossible to escape.
"Unconsciously, your mouth has become so foul."
"Come to think of it, it seems that I haven't fulfilled my duty as a sister."
"But it's alright, this time, sister will help you."
"Clean up your mouth."
In the depths of her pitch-black pupils, the twisted face of Juliet Weaver reflected her excessive terror.
"What are you going to do?!"
"What are you going to do, Luann Weaver?!"
"I dare you to do it!"
Luann Weaver looked down at her with endless coldness flowing around her.
"You’ll just have to wait and see if I do or not."
As soon as Luann Weaver's words fell, the blonde man held onto Juliet Weaver's shoulders.
No matter how hard she struggled, it was in vain.
"Let go of me!"
"Let go!"
Juliet Weaver yelled, a misty layer appearing in her beautiful eyes. Her vision was slightly blurred, but she heard Luann Weaver's footsteps coming closer and then moving away.
"Dad! Luann Weaver has gone mad, she's gone mad!"
Mike Weaver tried to get up, but the pain in his lower back made him inhale cold air repeatedly.
It seemed like it was broken.
"Luann...she's your own sister..."
"Can we discuss whatever business we have at home?"
Mike Weaver pleaded in a low voice, hoping to calm Luann Weaver down.
However, Luann Weaver grabbed Juliet Weaver's chin with a mocking expression.
"Open your mouth."
Juliet Weaver vigorously shook her head, keeping her teeth tightly closed.
But Luann Weaver forcefully grabbed her hair!
The pain from her scalp made Juliet Weaver involuntarily scream.
The very next moment.
A cool breath and a large amount of cold toothpaste were squeezed into her mouth.
Juliet Weaver widened her eyes in disbelief, her head forced back.
Luann Weaver picked up a toothbrush and forcefully brushed it in.
"Gag..."
Juliet Weaver's throat kept convulsing, her stomach churning, but unable to vomit.
Mike Weaver's eyes turned red with heartache. Trembling, he crawled towards Luann Weaver, his teeth chattering.
"Luann Weaver... how can you be so cruel!"
