Chapter 40

Ignoring Jessica, Bailey maintained her smile as she asked Stephen curiously, “Is the dog barking again? Mr. Chandler, I'm sure you can hear it now.”

“You...”

Overwhelmed by rage, Jessica raised her hand in an attempt to slap Bailey.

At that moment, piercing glint flashed across Bailey's eyes.

Giving in doesn't mean fear, and I have had enough of this woman.

After Jessica's repeated provocations, the good-natured Bailey had run out of her patience.

Just before Jessica's palm struck her, Bailey caught the approaching hand in mid-air.

Even though Bailey wasn't using much strength to restrain Jessica, her inherent athleticism was enough to stop the latter.

“Ouch, it hurts! It hurts. My wrist... It's going to break.”

Letting out a snigger, Bailey tightened her grip. “Let me remind you to stay out of my way and stop messing around with me. Do you hear me? I'm not your mother and not under any obligation to tolerate your rudeness. Going forward, you had better behave instead of trying to slap someone as you wish.”

At the sound of Bailey's words, Jessica was filled with so much indignance that her heavily made-up face began to contort.

“You despicable woman, who do you think you are? You sold your dignity for five million and even bore an illegitimate child, so who are you to criticize my actions? I—”

Slap!

The next moment, Jessica instinctively held onto her burning cheek with her free hand as she stared at Bailey in disbelief.

“You... How dare you hit me. You b*tch. What gives you the right to do that?”

Bailey snorted in laughter before rebutting, “The right? I hit you just because I can. Ms. Tanner, have you learned your lesson now? Whenever you want to hit someone, you have to catch them by surprise.”

Jessica stared daggers at Bailey as if the burning rage in her eyes

you again.” With her

Slap!

of her cheeks. They were a testament to how much force Bailey

going to

she began

gave her hand a

“Ah!”

the office, Jessica

slightly, Bailey used her

red lips made intimate contact with the bottom

my shoes in

“You...”

cursing, “Bailey, one of these days, I'll tear you apart with my

her brow in amusement before

waiting... for the day you

stench of blood in her throat, as if she had burst a

that had pooled in her mouth from

her! What right does this despicable woman have to throw

his forehead, Stephen reached out his hand to pull

to be trifled with, as she's not the kind of lady who can be bullied? When you refused to listen, you end up disgracing yourself. What's the point in all this? If you resent her, shouldn't you outdo her with your capabilities? Why

a filthy and uncultured wench like her qualify to design a gown for Ms. Caridee's coming-of-age

“In that case, why don't you take your case to Mr. Luther? Perhaps he might listen to you

too lightly? I want her reputation to be destroyed so that she will never step foot in the fashion

head in resignation as disappointment glistened in his

obvious that Jessica is no match for Bailey. In fact, both of them

Maxton returned to

picked up

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