Chapter 160 - My Michael

Next day, Sara woke up a bit early, maybe because of her pregnancy her nightmares went away, or because she didn't feel alone anymore. 

She woke up and got dressed. She wears a white dress with a big yellow flower printed on it. It was a half sleeve dress, it was classy, and simply gave a pure look to her. 

She didn't wear any accessories, just a white belt designed as a bow. Her hairs were tied into a messy bun, leaving the front hairs freely to the side ways, she took her white purse before leaving the room. 

Jennie was waiting for her in the hotel lobby, wearing the pink pastel dress Sara bought for her yesterday. She looked feminine and pretty unlike before. 

Jennie bowed seeing her. "Take me to his office." Sara ordered going to her car. She didn't want to waste the time on talking. 

Jennie nodded. 

They soon reach his company, Sara walks out of her car, she looks at the magnanimous building in front of her. She looked at the name,'Sarael Company' Sara felt uneasy seeing it. 

She felt a headache but she ignored it and went in. Many have seen her for the first time, they look at her. Sara ignored all the states, and walked confidently to the receptionist desk.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The receptionist asks Sara politely.

"She is the wife of a big boss." Jennie came in front and said before Sara could say anything. 

"What?!" The receptionist's jaw dropped. 

Sara smirked, on hearing Jennie's word onlookers gathered. 

Sara smirked,"Why? Can't I be your lady boss?" Sara asked the receptionist, raising her brows.

"Ma'am, please don't joke around. We all know our boss fiancee." The receptionist replied harshly. 

"Fiancee?" Sara scoffed.

Jennie signaled to the receptionist not to say that but the receptionist ignored all her signals, because of the makeover, Jennie looked like someone else who the receptionist has never seen before. 

"Yes, please leave before I call the security." The receptionist still maintains her professionalism even though she gives a disgusted look at Sara.

"Hmm? Then I want to meet my competitor because I hate people who lie most." Sara said leaning a bit on the desk. 

"Who wants to meet me?" Siara said from behind. She came in time, Sara came to office earlier than the office time so it was nothing surprising to see Siara coming in.

Sara turned around and saw her, and she can't stop herself from having a cringe look. 

Siara was wearing a white blouse with V-neck, showing most of her cleavage. She paired it with black A-line pencil skirt somehow hiding her b.u.t.t and that didn't disgust much but seeing her wearing high heels and a face full of heavy make-up and accessories which are more expensive than her salary. Of course she must have a sugar daddy or rich background. Siara flipped her hair and walked closed to Sara. 

Sara didn't say anything, she just crossed her arms and averted her gaze. She was feeling nauseous on seeing her if she didn't look away she would obviously throw up on her. 

"You were looking for me?" Siara asked sweetly.

"Yes, I was looking for you. I wanted to ask you if you have any disease? Like having fantasies and all?" Sara asked. 

"Do I know you?" Siara asked politely.

"How can I know if you know me or not? Don't you have a brain , why are you asking me?" Sara scoffed.

Everyone stood silently, Siara curled up her fingers into a fist, her anger was not bound. It was a face slap on her face in front of others.

"Miss, I don't know you and if I have any fantasies I don't think it matters to you." Siara said, crossing her arms around her c.h.e.s.t.

"Yes, it wouldn't matter if you have not said fake news to others but how dare you eye on my man and not only that you even said he is your fiance? Are you sick? If you are my utter condolences, hope you get well soon. If you want I can pay your bills." Sara smiled plastering a smile on her face. 

Hearing it Siara's calmness finally broke down. "YOU!" Siara raised her hand to slap her, seeing that Jennie was about to go forward to save Sara. But Sara grabbed her wrist even before she could slap her, she twisted her arm ruthlessly. 

She glared coldly at her, dropping the temperature of the place. People there feel like being in Antarctica, they shivered in fear. 

"How dare a filthy human like you dare to think of slapping me?" Sara asked in coldness. 

"Leave me. Who are you?" Siara asked, struggling to get out of her trap. 

"You don't know me? I am your so-called fiance's wife and mother of his child. How dare you eye my husband." Sara asked, pushing her away. Siara was wearing high heels and lost balance and fell on the ground. 

"Jennie give me the scissors." Sara looked at Jennie and asked. 

"Huh?" Jennie looked at her in confusion. 

"Give me the scissors." Sara repeated her words. Jennie nodded in nervous seeing Sara was not in a good mood, she grabbed a scissor from the receptionist desk and gave it to Sara. 

Sara grabbed Siara's hair and made her stand, Siara growled out in pain, and tried to get away from Sara. 

"I said leave me. You are the one who seduced my Michael." Siara still didn't accept her mistake instead she tried to push Sara, but Sara didn't bounce even a bit but her eyes turned cold hearing her saying 'my Michael.'

"You really want to be popular huh? Let me make you popular." Sara said, taking the scissors close to her. 

"What are you doing?" Siara tried to bounce away but Sara's grab was way stronger than she thought.