When Emma Watson received the text message from Scarlett Johansson, she was quite surprised and even wanted to laugh, as this was the first time she had received a provocative message, and it was sent by her fianc茅s lover in the identity of her rival.
Sitting in the caf茅, Emma Watson waved to the waiter and then, like a host, smiled at Scarlett Johansson. Her face was indifferent, as if she didnt know the purpose of coming here today.
She casually glanced at the menu and handed it back to the waiter with a polite smile: "A cup of cappuccino, please."
"And for you, miss?" The waiter noted down the cappuccino on his list and then turned to look at Scarlett Johansson: "What would you like to order?"
Scarlett Johansson also casually glanced at the menu: "Pure coffee."
"Alright."
The waiter turned and left, and the atmosphere at the table also dropped, falling into a state of silence called silence.
Scarlett Johansson first looked up and down at Emma Watson and sneered, with her eyes full of disdain. A pair of enchanting Danfeng eyes slightly raised, full of provocation, and the tone was rising: "Miss Smith, you should know who I am, right?"
"Oh? Who are you?" Emma Watsons mouth was filled with a smile, her eyes looked at Scarlett Johansson, but she didnt take her to heart at all. Her eyes seemed to be puzzled, as if she really didnt know who the other party was.
Scarlett Johansson was choked by Emma Watsons words for a moment, paused, and the arc of her eyes raised even more, a trace of jealousy rising in her eyes: "Miss Smith, do you really not know or pretend not to know that I am Chris Hemsworths girlfriend."
"Oh. Chris Hemsworths girlfriend." Emma Watson smiled silently, casually took out a piece of paper from the paper towel next to her, wiped the table that was not dirty, and the corners of her mouth were always filled with a smile, and her tone was slightly cold: "What does your identity have to do with me?"
"Miss Smith!" Hearing this, Scarlett Johanssons voice suddenly rose, her eyes raised: "You intervene between me and Chris Hemsworth, dont you feel ashamed?"
"Ashamed?" Emma Watson smiled lightly, the first time with a sarcastic meaning in her eyes after sitting here for such a long time, her eyes staring straight at Scarlett Johansson: "Miss Taylor, please dont forget that I am Chris Hemsworths fianc茅e, and you are just his girlfriend. The third person between us is you."
"You..." Scarlett Johanssons face suddenly became gloomy, filled with strong jealousy, her chest heaving up and down with anger. The words squeezed out of her throat one by one: "But Chris Hemsworth doesnt love you, the person he likes is me."
Hearing this, Emma Watson raised her lips with interest, seemingly displeased, yet seemingly indifferent. The corners of her eyes and brows were all filled with a long smile.
Such an indifferent Emma Watson made Scarlett Johansson suddenly stunned, her eyes showing a touch of surprise. Could it be that this woman really doesnt care?
Emma Watson wanted to say something more, but she was suddenly interrupted by someone who walked in, and the words were all swallowed back into her stomach.
"Hello, this is the coffee for both of you."
The waiter walked in, smiling as he placed two cups of coffee in front of the two, then turned and left with a smile, without any stay.
Picking up her own strong coffee, Scarlett Johansson took a casual sip, looked up at the others face with light makeup and no blemishes, and spoke more impatiently: "Havent you heard what I said? I said Chris Hemsworth likes the woman who is me."
"I heard it." Emma Watsons smile at the corner of her mouth grew larger, and the coolness was ethereal, making people unable to see what her emotions were, only hearing her say, "So what, anyway, I dont like him either."
Suddenly, Scarlett Johansson remembered that Emma Watson once had a boyfriend named Michael Fassbender.
Her eyes suddenly brightened, her face became more rosy, and her small hand uncontrollably stretched forward, her tone was surprised: "Right, you dont like Chris Hemsworth, then dont marry him. Dont you like Michael Fassbender? Marrying Michael Fassbender is the right thing to do."
"No need to think more, I will not give up marrying him." Emma Watson casually hooked her lips, with a bit of mockery in her smile: "I might as well tell you, the person I like is indeed Michael Fassbender, but I still want to marry Chris Hemsworth, because I dont love him, just love money."
Scarlett Johansson was stunned upon hearing this, and the radian of her lips immediately froze, her eyes widened, and her pupils shrank, looking unbelievable.
"You..."
Emma Watson sat there quietly, the slanting sunlight sprinkled in, shining on her face, making her look particularly gentle and proud.
She picked up her coffee cup calmly, took a sip without looking at the other party. Her calm appearance seemed as if the opposite was just her best friend, not her fianc茅s lover, and not the little three who wanted to force her back.
Scarlett Johansson sat stiffly for a while, then found her voice from her throat after a long while, her throat rolled, and she suddenly felt very agitated, subconsciously tidied her hair, and then continued to say: "Emma Watson, tell me, how can you leave Chris Hemsworth?"
"Leave Chris Hemsworth?" Emma Watson chuckled lowly, looking at Scarlett Johansson with a mocking look, imitating Chris Hemsworths tone: "Ah, didnt I say it before? I marry Chris Hemsworth just for money, of course, if you give me enough money, I can also leave Chris Hemsworth."
Scarlett Johanssons eyes suddenly brightened, as if she had found some key point. She took out a checkbook from her handbag with a flustered action, and pushed it towards Emma Watson along with a pen, her eyes wide open: "You want money, Ill give it to you, how much do you want?"
Emma Watson lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under the sunlight, she casually picked up the coffee cup on the table, her lips containing an indecipherable smile, and took a sip. Through the rising mist, a pair of Danfeng eyes looked at Scarlett Johansson.
She sneered, and Emma Watsons gentle voice sounded, enunciating clearly, maintaining a smile: "A hundred million."
What?
Scarlett Johansson couldnt believe her ears, and she was very angry, looking at Emma Watson with a completely white face.
She suddenly stood up, as if mad, and shouted lowly: "Are you crazy?"
The coffee shop was quiet, and Scarlett Johanssons voice attracted most peoples attention, and they whispered to each other.
Scarlett Johansson felt ashamed and angry, and she just wanted to slap Emma Watson directly.
But looking at Emma Watsons indifferent eyes, she didnt dare to do it.
"Ah." Emma Watson smiled, beautiful and quiet, her eyes with a touch of desolation: "I thought you could give it to me, and it made me happy for nothing."
"You..."
Scarlett Johanssons hands clenched tightly, her fingertips turning blue and white.
The gaze in the coffee shop became more and more concentrated, making Scarlett Johansson feel very uncomfortable. She is like a clown now, and it seems that everyone is laughing at her.
Although she is an illegitimate daughter, she has never experienced such a scene, and Scarlett Johanssons eyes turned red instantly, and her whole body resisted fiercely.
She turned around and left in high heels, and the sound of her high heels was like the little self-esteem she could maintain...
After Scarlett Johansson left, Emma Watson sat there alone and silently finished the whole cup of coffee, then she sighed, pressed the money under the cup, and also turned to leave...
After leaving the caf茅 and sitting in her car, Emma Watson dialed a number with her fingers, her voice was clear and without any emotional fluctuations: "Mr. Rockefeller, please control your lover. Otherwise, I wont be so polite next time when she provokes me."
Chris Hemsworth was stunned on the other end of the phone, put down his pen, and wearily pressed his eyebrows before speaking: "Did Scarlett Johansson cause you trouble?"
"Of course, otherwise, I wouldnt have made such a call to Mr. Rockefeller." Emma Watson chuckled lowly, her tone without any bad emotions, even jealousy or anger.
If there really is something, its teasing, its making fun.
Chris Hemsworth listened and didnt speak. He reached out and lit the cigarette between his fingertips with a lighter, and the white smoke outlined his face hazily, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.
After a while, he slowly exhaled a smoke ring and smiled faintly, saying: "Then Im really sorry to have bothered you."
"Thats right." Emma Watson leaned casually in her car, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled, showing fatigue: "Mr. Rockefeller, we have a cooperation, so I can help you get rid of these things. But you dont know how persistent your little lover is, I managed to get rid of her, shouldnt Mr. Rockefeller thank me?"
"What kind of gratitude do you want?" Chris Hemsworths eyes suddenly changed, and his expression was complex and incomprehensible. The tobacco between his fingers was still burning, and the air carried a unique smell, making people a bit addicted.
Chris Hemsworth squinted his eyes, raised his hand to take a puff of the cigarette, slowly exhaled, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Well, what do you want?" Chris Hemsworth asked, his voice low and his tone ambiguous, as if he was considering something.
Emma Watson smiled lightly, "What do I want? I havent thought about it yet, so lets owe this gratitude for now."
Chris Hemsworths dark eyes showed a faint smile, and it was unclear what it meant. He sighed leisurely, "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Chris Hemsworth sat in the bosss chair, his expression was indifferent, and he stared down at the phone in his hand, his expression was indescribable, whether it was sarcasm or something else.