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.

laughter, the sound so wild it seemed like

CEO of Foster & Co., I'll

Foster is worth billions-why would he ever look at a nobody with a rap sheet? You really think you're some

sweetheart. Take a good look in

relentlessly. The laughter went

air of fake concern. "Come on, we're all old classmates. Let's talk this

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

looked like it might fall off. "No way, absolutely not. I'd never be into her. I'm just saying, since we all went to school together, maybe don't

emboldened by Asher's words, raised her hand to slap Claire again. But a woman

bother dirtying your hand on her," she sneered. "I've got a cake over here. Why not use

quickly

in chaos. People snatched up slices of cake from the table

over her eyes, clogged her nose and mouth, making

a sticky red. Her hair was a tangled, sticky mess, matted with globs

voice raw and hoarse, but in the chaos, her cries

down onto the table, pinning her so hard she

streamed down May's cheeks, splashing

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