Lara Russo....

Olivia's POV:

The lady was only looking for trouble, and it would be low of us to continue with her. How I wish Orlene understood this.

"What? You gave up?" the lady asked mockingly, and I sighed.

"Are you as bad as competing with a kid?" I asked, and she took out her phone, and to my surprise, she took a picture of me.

"You slapped me, so I won't let you go free," she warned, and I had to admit I was a little worried, but I couldn't show that to her.

"This isn't over as well," I said and she rolled her eyes before turning to leave.

"Hey, I want that lipstick," Orlene yelled at the top of her voice, and this attracted

The lady glared at us with a sneer; she noticed that people were staring, and she must want to use this as an opportunity to humiliate us.

"You can have the lipstick; let's go," I said before turning to Orlene, who had an angry look.

"Why are you in a haste to leave? You are one of the ladies who love showing fake lives to friends, right? You came to our restaurant last time, even when you couldn't afford food. Now you are here," she said, and I clenched my fist.

I could feel the mocking glare from other customers. "You will regret your words," Orlene warned, and the lady sneered.

"Stop visiting expensive places if you can't afford anything," she added, and I bit my lip. She was right because I couldn't afford anything in this shop, and I let a kid make me come here.

By biting my lip, I prevented tears from rolling down my cheeks. To my surprise, the lady walked closer to Orlene I quickly blocked her path by standing in front of the kid.

She sneered before folding her arms. "Carry yourself and your burden away," she said, and I couldn't believe she called a kid a burden.

I glared at Orlene, and I could tell she was affected by her words. "Olivia, let's go," she said this time around, and I frowned before placing both hands on my waist.

"How dare you call her a burden when you are a greater burden?" I asked, and she glared at me, confused.

"You can't even stand your ugly look and have to doll yourself with expensive makeup; the only reason we are letting you have this lipstick is because you need it for those chaffy lips of yours," I scolded, and she touched her lips.

"Don't think that wearing expensive clothes makes you elegant; a lady who doesn't have a filter in her mouth is nothing different from a parrot," I added, and Orlene chuckled.

The lady pointed at herself. "Did you just call me a parrot?" she asked in disbelief, and I sneered.

"Since you are so rich, then you can have the lipstick... We don't argue with cheap women," I said, holding Orlene's wheelchair as we got ready to leave.

I pushed Orlene away when I felt a strong force coming towards me. I turned and was surprised to see an expensive heel flying towards me. It was too late to escape it as it hit me hard on my forehead.

"Ahhh," I growled in pain. I placed my hands on my forehead and was surprised to see blood.

"Olivia," Orlene called in a shocked tone.

The lady sneered before turning to walk past us. "This isn't over," she warned as tears rolled down my cheek because of the pain. Why did I have to throw insults at her and anger her?

"Leaving so soon?" a voice asked, and we all turned our heads to find a man dressed in a blue suit with smooth black hair. I was surprised to see Mr. Adams here as she walked towards me.

The lady glared at him as he took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to me, which I quickly placed on my forehead before he glanced at the lady angrily.

"Lara Russo," the name, rolled out of his tongue, so that was the lady's name.

"Uhm… Mr. Adams, you are here," she smiled seductively.

"I have called the cops, and you will be arrested for a physical attack," he blurted, and her eyes widened in shock.

"What? You can't do that," she said in disbelief.

"Well, I already did, and the surveillance camera shows that you did attack her," he added, and she got nervous.

I glared at Orlene, who smiled at me graciously.

"Mr. Adams, I didn't mean to..." She said this while walking towards him, and he took a step backward, not letting her come closer to him.

"You are famous for your ruthless behavior, and I won't let you go free today," he said angrily, and Lara hurried towards me.

"Tell him that it was an accident," he said, and I scoffed. Why on earth would I say such a thing? I still haven't recovered from the pain, and she wants me to help her.

Mr. Adams stared at me, and I got nervous before looking away. He then turned towards Lara. "I will let you go if you go on your knees and apologize; otherwise, even your dad won't be able to save you from jail... Remember, he has his crimes," he warned, and my eyes widened in shock.

I glared at Lara, who had a frustrated look. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she glared around and noticed everyone was staring.

"Mr. Adams…."

"If you don't want to, then it's fine; expect to be arrested soon," he said, walking towards Orlene.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and she nodded. He held her wheelchair and nodded at me before pushing her.

I followed him when Lara hurried in front of us; she fell on her knees and joined her hands in pleading.

"I am sorry; please forgive my actions," she said, and I couldn't believe she did that. Was she so scared of Mr. Adams's words?

"Did you get her?" he asked Orlene, who shook her head in denial.

"I am sorry; please forgive my actions," she said loudly, and I chuckled. This was amazing to watch.

"The lipstick," Orlene said, and Lara handed it to her. "You can pay the bill," Mr. Adams said before pushing the wheelchair outside. I smiled and followed them.

We got outside, and I could feel the fresh breeze. I was suffocating in there.

"Thanks," Orlene said, and he crouched to her level.

"It's my duty to take care of you; after all, I am your uncle," he said, and she rolled her eyes. Wait, if he was her cousin, then does that mean he is related to Alex as well? I never knew they were a family.