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Chapter 502 The Thief Cries Wolf

Chapter 502 The Thief Cries Wolf

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On her own, Marilyn–who only knew how to marry into wealth and spend money -was no match for Lily.

“Bitch!”

After three sharp slaps, Marilyn was nearly hysterical.

Clutching her swollen face, she glared at Lily with venomous hatred, her gaze sharp enough to make one’s scalp prickle.

“I’m Victor’s savior! I’ve lain with him, I might even be carrying his child!” she spat. “And you, you filthy slut, dare to hit me? Victor will never forgive you!”

“Taking without asking is stealing.”

Lily’s voice was steady and cold, each word like ice. “No matter whose life you saved, no matter who you’ve been with, none of that changes the fact you’re a thief. Put everything down and return what you’ve already taken, or I’ll call the police.”

At the mention of police, Marilyn’s eyelids twitched.

But then she remembered–these jewels and clothes had all come from the Luke family. In her mind, they belonged to her too. And Victor would protect his so- called savior. Even if Lily called the police, it would be useless.

Regaining her arrogance, Marilyn lifted her chin, “These are my family’s things. Why shouldn’t I take them? You whore, you have no right to keep them for yourself.”

Even if they come, they’ll only

smugly fastened a diamond watch around her

before–Mathilda, Elsa–but Marilyn’s gall still managed

to walk away with James’s gifts. Lily stepped forward,

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and watches,

settings. The rest, she would take

them back, rage flared. She raised her hand, aiming a

had learned well during the years she’d

fought, the key was to

hand could land, Lily caught her wrist with one hand and grabbed her hair with the other, swinging her own hand so that Marilyn’s palm

“Ah! You bitch!”

herself, Marilyn snapped. Her features twisted with fury as she tried

Lily’s strength outmatched

strained, she couldn’t land a blow. Lily only tightened her grip on her hair, raining slap after slap–ten, twelve in

the handbags stuffed with jewelry and reached for

me, you

voice breaking. “These are my bags! My

tried to snatch the bags back, but Lily’s grip was