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Chapter 119 It Depends on Her

Ashlyn pounced on Queenie like a crazed woman. “What did you say, you b*tch? I’ll kill you!”

Queenie faced Ashlyn’s assault head on, but it quickly devolved into a brawl. Even then, nobody went ahead to stop them, worried they might get hurt themselves. In the end, Donald had to come over with his men to stop the fight.

Ashlyn’s eyes were red with anger, and she was glowering at Queenie. “You’re not getting away with this so easily, b*tch. This isn’t the end.”

Donald finally snapped at that point, and he slapped Ashlyn again. “Enough! You’ve humiliated us for the last time!”

That slap finally made her calm down, but that didn’t stop Queenie. “You brought this on yourself, Ashlyn. Honestly, I thought that was a low blow even from you. Good thing your plan didn’t go through, or it’d be a bad day for the Griffiths. If Alexander was really forced to marry an evil b*tch like you, it would be the end of their family.”

That was the first time someone ever insulted Donald that way. To be fair, he wasn’t the target of that insult, but he still felt humiliated. “Take her away!” he told his bodyguards.

A moment later, they propped Queenie up and took her away. But even so, that didn’t stop her from cursing.

let her go, Uncle Donald! You can’t!” Ashlyn frothed at the mouth. If she leaves, I’ll be finished! She has to die, or I won’t be able to survive in

guests didn’t

They would have said

Alexander said

was about to leave, but then Donald came up to them. “Can you give me a minute, Alex? I need to talk

but I don’t think we need to

off Donald’s alarms. He knew Ashlyn had crossed the line, but he secretly thought it would

between her and your family, but that doesn’t change the fact that our families are still friends. I’ll teach her a lesson, I swear.

Lawson. You think you can end this with just a simple

at her, but his gaze was not friendly. “She’s still my family. Furthermore, her plan

the end? And here I thought public servants should know more about the law, but it seems like I’m proven wrong. Or are you trying to say you’d rather protect your

he were to be demoted, his family would be ruined. “You’re a great debater, aren’t you, miss?” Donald wiped the sweat off his forehead and backed down. “How about this? Tell me what you want me to do with Ashlyn,

cute when she butted heads with Donald. Also, he could feel that she was protecting him, and he liked that

end this here. After all, I still want to

the fabric. “We’ll take that offer, Mr. Lawson. So how about you start with this thing here. Sure, the wound’s healing up, but that doesn’t mean it won’t leave a scar. I’ll