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Annoyed, Yvette snapped, “What else…”

Smack!

A loud slap sounded along the corridor,

Tyler whistled, impressed by the sudden turn of events.

Yvette stared wide–eyed in shock at Rachel. “How dare you slap me! Rachel, have you lost your mind? How could you slap me?”

Rachel ignored the rage and shock in Yvette’s eyes. It had been so long since she had slapped someone, her hand was starting to tingle and

go numb from the impact.

Shaking her hand, she said calmly, “So what? Did you forget that you slapped me earlier? Of course, I had to return the favor.”

Yvette’s eyes widened further.

Something snapped inside of her and she transformed into an aggressive shrew from the boonies, looking nothing like the heiress of a wealthy family she claimed to be. She started shrieking at the top of her lungs, the sound resembling that of a dying cat.

“What right do you have to slap me? Rachel, who the hell do you think you are? All you did was take my place as the fake heiress of the Lloyd family for a few years! Do you really see yourself as the real heiress? You thief! You stole my life!”

Yvette pointed a finger

her wrist and glared icily

I’m still the mistress of the Lewis

body shook with anger. She had fully expected Rachel to live in disgrace after being chased out of the Lloyd family, and not behave as arrogantly as she

lifted a hand and ran his fingers through his tousled hair. Beads of

his legs and tilting his chin at Yvette. “Hey, you’ve embarrassed yourself enough. Why aren’t

and glared furiously at

stumbled a few steps back, feeling as though all

forget to sneer at her. “After all that, it turns out that you’re just a paper tiger.” Rachel threw him a side glance before holding herself up against the door frame. “It’s all your fault, isn’t it?” Tyler wrapped his arms around his chest and joked, “You used your hand. I didn’t

always did whatever she pleased; Rachel feared the trouble that might befall her if

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have a choice,”

“Shall I lend

a brow at

Ding!