Chapter 356

She hurled the nastiest insults, every word more venomous than the last-so filthy that it made everyone flinch.

Claire tried to fight back, but Mac Brown-the bloated pig of a man-had her pinned.

A few minutes earlier, Claire had slapped him hard, six times in a row, and Mac hadn't forgotten it for a second. Now, seeing Claire getting smacked around, he was secretly delighted, a smug grin plastered across his face.

Who did this stuck-up little nobody think she was? He was a millionaire-so what if he wanted a little fun? Claire had nothing, not a dime to her name, and a criminal record to boot. He was doing her a favor by letting her serve him. The fact that she dared to act so pure-she deserved every slap.

With Mac's heavy arm holding her down, Claire couldn't budge. Scarlet swung her handbag, smashing it blindly into Claire's face, the blows so vicious that blood welled up in thin red lines across her cheeks.

May's eyes went bloodshot at the sight.

"My Ms. Claire's fiancé is the CEO of Foster & Co. If you don't want to answer for this, you'd better stop. Right now."

Scarlet froze, her hand in midair.

Everyone else stared, momentarily speechless-not because May's words had cowed them, but because it sounded completely absurd.

of stunned silence, then the whole room erupted into raucous, deafening laughter, the sound so wild it

really engaged to the CEO of Foster & Co., I'll

worth billions-why would he ever look at a nobody with a rap sheet? You really think you're some kind of angel come down to

a good look

The laughter went on and on, finally

cleared his throat loudly, putting on an air of fake concern. "Come on, we're

You got a thing for her or something? Been sneaking around behind our

"No way, absolutely not. I'd never be into her. I'm just saying, since we all went to

hand to slap Claire again. But a woman in

she sneered. "I've

someone cheered. The rest quickly chimed in, eager

up slices of cake from the table and

over her eyes, clogged her nose and mouth, making it

filling splattered everywhere, staining her once-white dress a sticky red. Her hair was a tangled, sticky

voice raw and hoarse,

her so hard she could

streamed down May's cheeks, splashing onto the

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