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

CEO of Foster & Co., I'll eat

would he ever look at a nobody with a rap

Take a good look in the mirror next

relentlessly. The laughter went on and on,

throat loudly, putting on an air of fake concern. "Come on, we're all old classmates. Let's

"What's your problem, Asher? You got a thing for her or something? Been sneaking around behind

it 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 go overboard. But hey, if

words, raised her hand to slap Claire again. But a woman in a red dress stepped in,

on her," she sneered. "I've

The rest quickly

up slices of cake from the table

frosting smeared over her

her once-white dress a sticky red. Her hair was a tangled, sticky mess, matted with globs of cake and

and hoarse, but

table, pinning her so hard she could only turn her head sideways, helplessly watching Claire

May's cheeks, splashing

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