Chapter 11 Slap that bitch

***-Angelina's POV-***
I hung up the phone after I finished speaking. I didn't need a response from Matthew because he had no other choice but to accept.
Before stepping into the bar, I looked back to see if Alex and Adam had followed me. I suspected I was hallucinating, or else how could I have seen a man inside a car not far from me who looked like Prince Oliver.
This couldn't be. How could Oliver be in front of a bar? There is no way a guy like him would leave the camp until training is over.
After entering the bar, I waited for about 10 minutes before Matthew and Monica arrived.
I sat at the edge of the bar and glanced at them lazily, almost laughing out loud.
They were too comical. They didn't fit in with the bar in their suits and low-cut tuxedos. They were dressed for a fancy restaurant or a red carpet.
I bet Matthew couldn't breathe with the bow tie. And Monica, when she came to me through the crowd of hot dancers, her Nipple Covers were falling off.
I could even see the loop of tape Monica had wrapped around her to squeeze out her cleavage showing.
"Good evening." I raised my glass, aiming to shield my mockery.
"Good evening Your Highness, sorry we're late, I hope we didn't keep you waiting." Matthew wiped the sweat from his forehead, then quietly passed a look to Monica, signaling her to greet me.
Monica still looked at me with wariness and disgust, but she thought she was hiding it well: "Good evening Your Highness."
Matthew quietly touched Monica's arm, and Monica got the hint and once again spoke reluctantly: "Your Highness, please allow me to formally apologize for offending you today. I beg your forgiveness."
My heart sank as I watched their sneaky little gestures. They should have been cheating behind my back a long time ago. I trusted them so much that I didn't notice the flirtation between them.
I smiled, hiding my hate: "You both said I looked like Angelina, it must be fate. I'm happy to meet you, please sit down, I'd love to know your story."
Matthew came up to Monica's ear and said something unknown, Monica obediently sat down in front of me and squeezed out a reluctant smile, "Thank you for the invitation, and I apologize again for my previous rudeness, Your Highness."
"It's okay. I can understand you.I heard that you seem to have been born without a wolf. Must have suffered a lot of ridicule from a young age. Thankfully, your sister Angelina protected you from the bullies.Now that she's gone forever, it's inevitable that you miss her like crazy."
Monica bit her lip and said in a low voice, "Yes. Thank you for your understanding."
I never used to uncover her scars. I never brought up that she didn't have a wolf in front of Monica. Now I was deliberately saying things she didn't want to hear. I wanted to see how long she could pretend and endure.
Matthew seemed to want to comfort Monica as he lifted his hand while I immediately grabbed his arm.
"Matthew, please sit next to me."
Monica's eyes were almost on fire with jealousy, but she didn't dare to stop me, and Matthew didn't want to disobey me.
"Matthew, I hear you're already a trainee doctor at the hospital."
Matthew: "Oh no, I'm just going to the hospital to work as an assistant to my professor. I haven't graduated yet."
"Wow, so you must have gotten really good grades! You're amazing! Can you be my tutor?"
Monica: "No!"
Monica must have gone mad with jealousy. Matthew and I both looked over at her, and she bit her lip and added, "I mean, you two are studying different majors. Matthew isn't the right person to teach you."
"It doesn't matter. I've just started my freshman year and have a lot of public foundation courses. Matthew will definitely be capable of teaching me."
I turned to Matthew, "Matthew, would you like to teach me?"
Matthew noticed the look in Monica's eyes that was about to kill him, and he hesitated, "I..."
"You don't want to? Then forget it.I was going to say that I know the director of the hospital where you are interning. I will find a time to invite the director to my home and arrange for you to meet if you be my tutor."
"I want! Of course I'm willing!" Matthew blurted out without thinking, "It would be my pleasure, Your Highness!"
"Shhh," I put my index finger to my lips, "Don't call me Princess in public. I don't want to reveal my identity."
"Yes, Your Hi..."
Look, this guy is such a snob. He's so easily manipulated. Monica, are you disappointed?
I glanced at Monica. Her chest was heaving up and down, looking like she was trying to contain her anger.
Matthew and I had both valued Monica as a treasure before. This was the first time she felt completely ignored. She must be angry enough to want to kill someone.
Monica: "Excuse me. I'm going to the restroom."
"Okay."
I saw Monica leave and sent a message to Adam, "Follow Monica."
Five minutes later, Adam sent me a message, "Monica got into an argument with a woman in front of the restroom."
A video was attached to the message.
I avoided Matthew's eyes and quietly replied, "I'm not free to watch the video. Describe it to me in detail."
Adam: "The woman seems to have been dumped. She was crying and calling from the restroom door. Monica had a bad attitude and told her to get out of the way, and then the two got into a quarrel."
"Did they fight?"
Adam: "No."
"That's a shame."
I looked up and saw Monica coming back. She seemed to have taken out her lousy temper on the unlucky woman in the restroom and was now much calmer. She had also put her makeup back on and now looked radiant.
I put my phone away and said to them, "I'm going to the restroom to fix my makeup, too."
"Keep an eye on them, Alex," I texted Alex, then walked straight to the restroom.
It wasn't hard to find the woman who had quarreled with Monica. All I had to do was follow the cries to know which restroom stall she was in.
When I kicked the door open, the woman stopped crying in terror.
"Who, who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am." I raised a bottle of wine in my hand, "I think we can make a win-win partnership. I'll give you five thousand dollars when it's done."
"Why, why me?"
"I've just been listening for a while. Your boyfriend cheated on you and took all your money. Getting drunk and hiding in the toilet of a bar crying on the phone and complaining won't solve anything. Do one little thing for me, say goodbye to your weak self, and make a ton of money. Isn't that good?"
The woman sniffled and opened her red, puffy eyes from crying, "What do you want me to do?"
I sneered and bent down to lift her chin with the bottle, "Slap that bitch."