Chapter 404


Chapter 404:

The insult stung.

Barth’s face darkened instantly, but before he could respond, Khloe moved first.

She stepped down from the podium, and before Polly could utter another word, she raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap across Polly’s face.

The sound cracked through the room like thunder, silencing everyone in an instant.

Polly’s head snapped to the side, a bright red handprint blooming across her cheek. A trickle of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, and strands of her hair fell messily around her stunned expression. She clutched her cheek, eyes wide with a mix of shock, anger, and disbelief. “Are you out of your mind? How dare you slap me!”

Khloe’s hand stung slightly from the impact, but her gaze remained cold and unwavering, like a queen surveying her domain.

a wake-up call for

cut through

a lesson. And haven’t you

shock as her icy gaze swept over them with

taking you down would be effortless. You keep accusing me of cheating, spreading lies about my relationship with Barth—do you want my fiancé to ruin you completely? Or perhaps you’d rather

fear. Her lips trembled as she tried to retort, but her voice lacked conviction. “You’re bluffing. Do you really think you can

rippled through the

demeanor while handling the earlier accusations had momentarily made them overlook the sheer power she wielded. Now, the realization hit them—if this confrontation escalated, Polly wouldn’t

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heads in silence, their courage evaporating

onto Polly, her smirk laced with ridicule. “Looks like all that self-righteousness was just for show. You should consider yourself fortunate that I feel like humoring you today. You want evidence? Fine. Pay attention—I’ll give you

prices with absolute precision, her

as the numbers updated on the screen, she flawlessly announced five consecutive

fell into stunned

of disbelief and reluctant admiration. Every accusation against her now felt petty, insignificant in

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