Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 432

After speaking, Olivia, wearing a pair of stiletto heels, raised her foot and delivered a sudden, vicious kick to Wendy.

Her heel landed squarely in Wendy's stomach, knocking her to the ground. Pain shot through Wendy's side where the shoe struck, and a dirty footprint marred her blouse.

Wendy gritted her teeth and fought through the pain.

"Miss Olivia, I was just passing by over there. You suddenly stepped in front of me. That's why... your dress got dirty by accident," Wendy managed, her voice trembling.

Standing off to the side, Sally smirked, her lips curling with amusement. "Don't you know? The mistress is never wrong. Olivia, it seems your staff could use some serious training."

Wendy drew a slow, steadying breath. She was not their plaything.

"Then let me clean your dress for you," Wendy offered quietly.

Leda scoffed, her tone dripping with contempt. "Clean it? These gowns are worn once and tossed. Besides, Olivia's dress cost nearly a hundred and twenty thousand-selling you wouldn't even cover it."

Olivia strutted over, looking down at Wendy from atop her heels. She picked up a glass of cocktail from the table, swirling it idly. "Honestly, what kind of housekeeper hires staff like you?"

positioned it above Wendy's head, ready to

hand clamped down on

looked up and saw Isadora standing before her, eyes icy

Olivia's arm away, sending her stumbling backward. Olivia lost her grip on the cocktail, splashing the sticky yellow drink all over her own

in Olivia's eyes. She snarled, "How dare you

help Wendy up. "I'll pay for the dress. All one hundred and

you're only swimming in cash because you latched onto Mr. Fitzgerald. Taking money from a

rang out,

society wives exchanged glances, their eyes filling with disdain as whispers

gown edged away, clearly uncomfortable, and made her way toward the door to find help. She had no intention of getting sucked into this jealous

Mr. Victor Fitzgerald. To

and using a baby to claw your way up God knows what kind of misery your child will suffer, born to a mother

Smack!

a slap brought

slap across Olivia's cheek, putting every