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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.”

they come, they’ll only

her point, she smugly fastened

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

not allow Marilyn to walk away with James’s gifts. Lily stepped forward, reaching for the handbags stuffed with

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and watches, planning to leave Lily only

picked out the largest stones, the finest settings. The rest, she would take later, after she

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

during the years she’d been bullied

women fought, the key was to seize the

one hand and grabbed her hair with the other, swinging her own hand

“Ah! You bitch!”

herself, Marilyn snapped. Her features

strength outmatched

only tightened her grip on her hair, raining slap after slap–ten, twelve in a row–until Marilyn’s head spun, her eyes seeing stars, too

the handbags stuffed with jewelry and reached

touch me,

are my bags! My jewels! How

back, but Lily’s grip