Chapter 135 She Must Have a Wrinkled Belly
It seemed Eula had found a sympathetic ear; these grievances were initially meant for Darcy’s ears.
But with Darcy in a foul mood lately, she didn't want to dump her problems on her friend.
Now, Emma Johnson said something, and it was like Eula had found a kindred spirit.
Emma's eyes lit up, “Tell me, is he always cold as ice, treating everyone like an annoyance, taking every opportunity to lash out?”
Eula pondered for a moment. Sure, he kept a cold demeanor, enough to make her shiver.
As for lashing out at people, he didn't seem to do much of that.
But when it came to messing with her, he was nasty, costing her a fortune before noon.
Thinking about it irked her, “Pretty much. He walks around with this frosty look, as if everyone owes him a ton of money.”
She coughed... Even though she actually did owe him a significant amount, she didn't care; she needed to vent.
“Yeah, and he yells at people, pointing right at those managers’ faces, scolding them until they're too embarrassed to even look up. He drinks his coffee black, no sugar, says he prefers the bitter taste - total masochist.”
Just then, Judson, having just gotten out of the pool with his three kids, sneezed loudly.
He furrowed his brows—an unusual reaction given the pleasant water temperature. Maybe he caught a chill?
Looking at the three kids—who were having a blast and not feeling the cold one bit—he wondered if he was even less resilient than they were.
Angie, with a little yellow duck float wrapped around her waist, paddled towards Judson.
“Mr. Nash, did someone speak ill of you? Mary said if you sneeze just once, it means someone's talking trash.”
Judson raised an eyebrow at Angie's earnest face.
“Oh yeah? Who would badmouth me?”
Angie shook her head, “Don’t know! But you're so handsome, no one would dare!”
Judson couldn't help but laugh; the kid’s flattery was too sweet.
He nudged her gently, “Go join your brothers. I’ll go hurry your mom along.”
How come she hadn’t arrived yet?
Leaning against the poolside, Judson grabbed his business phone from a tray near the edge.
“Miss Lowe, when are you coming? Angie’s cried twice already because she misses you and she’s scared.”
He glanced at Angie, giggling and splashing, her little white legs kicking through the water.
He hit send and then waited, eyes glued to the phone for a response.
Eula had her hands full—literally—scared that she might lose her phone or worse, drop it in the water which would just kill her.
After having a heated exchange with Judson, Emma Johnson felt immensely better.
As she and her friend were slipping out of their swimsuits to take a dip, Kristina let out a squeal from another pool nearby.
"Seriously, Eula? That swimsuit looks so outdated—it's like something from elementary school," Kristina exclaimed, drawing the attention of everyone around them. Eula, standing by the edge, glanced at her with an indifferent look.
Eula was donning a limited-edition magenta Chanel bikini; the sparkle of a genuine diamond adorned her chest. Kristina ostentatiously adjusted her swimsuit, catching the light and momentarily dazzling onlookers.
"Kristina, when you've got a figure like ours, even rags would look good," Eula retorted sharply.
Kristina’s face twitched with animosity as she whispered to Lily Smith beside her, "She thinks she's all that with her big chest! Just wait, in a few days, I'll have surgery and outshine her."
Lily, watching Eula gracefully glide into the water, couldn't help but comment, "Kristina, she’s had three kids, how does she still have such a great figure?"
"Not so great," Kristina snapped, disgruntled. "Let's see her show off her belly—it’s probably all stretched out. That's why she won't bare it."
