Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 196

Despite Andie's flamboyant style, he had earned a reputation as Northcrest City's top stylist. Celebrities in the entertainment industry often showcased looks crafted by him. Securing an appointment with Andie was no small feat, but with the Foster family's influence, getting him on board was a breeze.

What she never anticipated was that the woman who had been trying to seduce her husband would not only be invited to the matriarch's birthday celebration but even have Andie, the country's premier stylist, there to dress her up. Did the old matriarch really despise her so much?

She had been married to Lucas Foster for over twenty years and had endured countless slights and indignities within the Foster family, yet she still couldn't win the matriarch's favor. The matriarch wanted to pair Lucas with a woman in her twenties, likely because she couldn't bear children herself and hoped that Claire, the homewrecker, would provide the Foster family with heirs.

Thinking of children made her rage boil over. She could have had children too, if not for that little demon, Sean. At five years old, he had maliciously pushed her down the stairs while she was pregnant. Not only did she lose the baby, but that little devil had also caused her to have a hysterectomy. He was nothing short of a monster.

then no woman would have children for the Foster family. She lunged forward, grabbing Claire's hair and yanking it down with fury. "You think just because you flutter your eyelashes, men will fall at your feet? Today, I'll teach you a

hair. "Let go of me! I don't even know your husband!" she protested, but

shield Claire, but a group of wealthy women blocked him, clawing at him until his face was streaked with blood. Enraged, Andie shouted, "You can't touch her! She's with Sean. If you harm her, Sean won't let you get away with it." Mrs. Foster's face twisted with malice. Sean's woman? Ha! Sean was nearly

air was filled with insults as Claire struggled desperately to break free, but it was no use. Mrs. Foster's grip was

and someone kicked her sharply in the shin with a pointed heel that cut like a knife, sending pain shooting through her leg. With a thud, Claire fell to the ground, her knees hitting the

two strong hands gripped her arms from behind, forcing her to kneel on the cold ground. Mrs. Foster released Claire's hair, leaving it

cheek. The force of the blow snapped Claire's head to the side, nearly knocking her over again. Her left cheek swelled quickly, with five bright red fingerprints

Claire's right cheek, the sharp crack echoing down the hallway. Now both sides of