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.

drove her to madness. If she couldn't bear children, 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

hands to pry Mrs. Foster's grip from her hair. "Let go of me! I

her, Sean won't let you get away with it." Mrs. Foster's face twisted with malice. Sean's woman? Ha! Sean was nearly thirty and had never shown interest in a woman. He'd only been in Northcrest City for less than three months, and

as Claire struggled desperately to break free, but it was no use. Mrs. Foster's grip was unyielding, and Claire's scalp felt like it

a knife, sending pain shooting through

her arms from behind, forcing her to kneel on the cold ground. Mrs. Foster released Claire's hair, leaving it disheveled across her face, but Claire could feel the scornful and hateful gazes piercing her, shredding

force of the blow snapped Claire's head to the side, nearly knocking her over again. Her left cheek

left hand and slapped Claire's right cheek, the sharp crack echoing down the hallway. Now both sides of Claire's face were red and swollen, giving her a pitiful