Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 195

The rhythmic clacking of high heels against the polished floor was sharp and urgent, like the pounding of an angry drum.

Mrs. Foster, flanked by a group of affluent women, stormed towards Claire. Without a word of explanation, Mrs. Foster raised her hand, aiming to slap Claire.

Claire frowned, bewildered, as she didn't recognize this woman.

Stepping back to dodge the slap, she calmly said, "Ma'am, I think you've got the wrong person."

Seeing Claire evade her blow only fueled Mrs. Foster's anger further, contorting her once beautiful face into a mask of fury.

"You shameless little harlot," Mrs. Foster spat, her voice dripping with venom. "You must be quite the tease in bed, playing innocent now."

The entourage of well-dressed women behind her glared at Claire as if she had seduced their own husbands, their faces twisted in disgust and disdain. Insults flew at her like poison-tipped arrows.

"Just look at her, the little seductress," sneered a woman in a shimmering gold evening gown, her voice sharp and piercing. "Who knows how many beds she's crawled into, flaunting herself like a cheap floozy."

they had mistaken

and tried to reason with them, "I've never done anything like that. You really have the wrong

with voluminous curls scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. Her jowls quivered with each word.

way forward, jabbing a pudgy finger near Claire's face, her voice filled

no doubt. You think you're young and pretty,

down, some of the women began to

slight and frail, Claire stumbled under the

Andie was quick to catch her, steadying

the group, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Back off, all of you. Don't say I didn't warn you-if

the Foster family, their husbands might get a piece of the

as just an effeminate man, they didn't take

think you are? You think you can threaten us?" one woman

pathetic sissy, birds of a feather