Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Chapter 233

Rage burned a red rash across Diane's cheek. She couldn't believe that the chief barista, who had treated her coldly when she ordered a cup of coffee, was behaving so friendly to Chelsea.

If she didn't have something important to do today, she would have gone to give Anne a piece of her mind.

Anne patted her chest and said, "Feel free to have anything you like here. It's on the house!"

Chelsea was surprised. "Really?"

Anne replied with a smile, "Yes, it's my treat."

Anne was naturally a friendly and playful young woman. But whenever she was making coffee, she became professional and paid attention to details. Her talent and good work ethic earned her first place in many kinds of coffee-making competitions.

"Thank you, Anne. You can go ahead with your work. Catch you later!" Chelsea said, waving at her.

Diane's anger was skyrocketing at this time.

She previously thought that Chelsea had never been to this high-end café before. The major reason why she arrived early and ordered the most expensive coffee was that she wanted Chelsea to pay for it through the nose. To her chagrin, the barista said everything was on the house.

A huge lump formed in Diane's throat.

As soon as Chelsea took her seat opposite her, Diane said sarcastically, "Well, well, well! Who would have thought that you had strong connections?"

Chelsea scoffed and replied calmly, "What do you mean by 'connections'? Don't you know this café belongs to Yusuf?"

"Of course, I do!" Diane snorted and added, "Sonya and I regularly come here to have coffee together."

She emphasized her last statement just to rub it in Chelsea's face that she had a good relationship with Edmund's sister.

But Chelsea didn't give a hoot about it anymore.

Edmund was nothing to her. So, why did she have to care about his wicked sister? NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Flipping her hair back, Chelsea said proudly, "Do you remember that I once took lessons in coffee- making? Well, Yusuf introduced me to this place. It shouldn't come as a surprise to you that I know the people here."

Diane gritted her teeth, staring daggers at her. She knew Chelsea learned how to make coffee for Edmund's sake.

In a serious tone, Chelsea uttered, "Didn't you ask me to meet you because you wanted to apologize? Go on. Make it snappy."

There was a seemingly arrogant expression on her face.

Diane lost her cool immediately. She pointed at her and yelled, "You have clearly overestimated yourself, Chelsea!"

Chelsea slapped her hand away. She leaned back on the chair, looking at her rival dead in the eye. "If I do say so myself, I'm not a proud woman. You are the one that has a superiority complex. You always think that I'm inferior to you. I have never understood why. Tell me, is it because you are from a wealthy and powerful family?"

Diane held her head up high and folded her arms. "And so what? Is your family as influential as mine? I heard that Hilton isn't your biological father. Who knows what your real dad is like? For all we know, he could be worse than Hilton. He might be a pauper who can't even afford to feed himself. He-he!"

These mocking words didn't get on Chelsea's nerves at all. She knew that Diane wanted to see her angry.

Thus, she said calmly, "I'm a talented and capable young woman. Even though I don't get support from any family members, I can fend for myself comfortably by writing scripts, opening a café or restaurant. But what about you? I'm afraid that you are nothing without your father. You might end up on the streets if he stops supporting you.

"Hey!" Diane hit the table in a fit of pique. She wanted to berate Chelsea, but words failed her.

She was shocked that the woman she used to bully before was now satirizing her.

Chelsea crossed her legs. With a smirk, she added, "Diane, haven't you always accused me of stealing Edmund from you through sex? Why don't you do the same thing? What's stopping you?"

Diane's face became as red as a tomato.

Looking down at her beautiful fingernails, Chelsea continued, "I think I know why. It seems you and Edmund never had sex while you were still dating. Even after I divorced him, you failed to make him have sex with you despite all the seductive tricks you pulled. Now, he dumped you and you will have no chance. Oh, I can imagine how hurt you must feel."

"Shame on you, bitch!" Diane cussed, her veins protruding on her forehead.

"Well, I agree that I'm shameless. But I'm not done yet. There's something else I have to say." With a smug smile, Chelsea tilted her head and continued, "It might interest you to know that Edmund and I had sex every night, except for the times I was on my period. He couldn't get enough of me."

Diane held her chest. That statement pierced her heart like a knife.

She really didn't expect that Chelsea would say such shameless words.

The next second, she wished she had recorded their conversation. It would have been a perfect way to get back at her. She knew Edmund would call her shameless if she told him all that Chelsea said today.

The smile on Chelsea's face suddenly disappeared. A vicious expression took its place. "Diane, this goes on to say that you are a complete loser. You have lost the man you built your whole life around. Get down from your high horse, okay?"

"How dare you?" Diane screamed. She grabbed the cup of coffee in front of her, intending to splash it on Chelsea.

In a flash, Chelsea picked up her own cup of coffee and splashed its content on Diane before the latter could do what she had in mind.

"Ah!" Diane's shrill scream sounded in the café all of a sudden.