The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 80

The ballroom was still bustling with the ongoing cocktail party. However, the two main stars of the evening were absent. One was endlessly chatting with their so-called mentor, while the other stormed off to the garden for some reason.

Without the two central figures, the other attendees quickly lost interest. The opening gala was then reduced to a half-hearted social gathering.

Marissa hadn't seen Dominick return for quite some time. Distracted, she went through the motions of socializing, her gaze drifting toward the garden every so often.

Alexis asked curiously, "Marissa, why isn't Dominick back yet? Shouldn't you go check on him?" She wanted to know what Dominick was up to, but it wasn't her place to investigate. Instead, she nudged Marissa to go.

Marissa was tempted to check it out herself. So, she nodded, preparing to head toward the garden, when suddenly a piercing woman's voice rang out from that direction. "Stop it. What the hell are you doing? Dominick, you disgusting jerk, let him go!"

Marissa's face tightened with concern. Without wasting a second, she set her glass down and hurried toward the garden as she wondered, 'Why is Dominick with a woman? What are they doing? How does she know his name? Why is she asking him to let go?'

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became. Her pace quickened instinctively.

At the same time, Paisley also caught the commotion. She immediately recognized the voice-it was Emery's. Alarmed, Paisley thought, 'Did Emery run into Dominick? Are they fighting?'

if they ever crossed paths, she wouldn't hesitate to beat him up. At the time, Paisley had dismissed it as an

each other. Could Dominick have hit her?' Without wasting a second, she bolted toward the garden at top speed. The slit in

after her. "Hey, Ms. Sutton, where are you

and couldn't help but think, 'Dominick sure keeps

commotion involved Dominick only fueled their intrigue. After all, who wouldn't want to know what Vanderbilt Group's

off her high heels and gripped them tightly in her hand, yelling, "How

The sight helped calm Paisley's nerves a little. It was only then that she realized Dominick

disadvantage, his face bruised and battered. Dominick, on the other hand, had his back to her, so she couldn't see his expression. What she could see, however, was his massive fist

forward and slammed her stiletto into Dominick's back. The sudden pain made

delivered a resounding slap across Dominick's face. The sharp sound echoed as his head snapped to the side, leaving a vivid five-finger mark on his

the scene. Gasps rippled through the crowd

eyes widened in shock. This was the second time she'd seen Paisley lay a hand on Dominick. And this time, the slap was clearly harder than the one Paisley had thrown at him in the fine dining restaurant. The rage in Paisley's eyes wasn't

other classmates were so stunned by the scene that they didn't even dare to breathe. They all thought, 'Is this woman insane?

on the other hand, watched the drama unfold with amused interest,

you just slap me, Paisley?" His voice carried not just anger but also a thick undercurrent of grievance an overwhelming