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.

beat of stunned silence, then the whole room erupted into raucous, deafening laughter, the sound so wild it seemed like it might blow the roof

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

ever look at a nobody with a rap sheet?

a grip, sweetheart. Take a good

relentlessly. The laughter went on and on, finally

his throat loudly, putting on an air of fake concern.

problem, Asher? You got a thing for her or something? Been

just saying, since we all went to school together, maybe don't go overboard. But hey, if you want to teach her a lesson, go right ahead.

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

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

someone cheered. The rest quickly

in chaos. People snatched up slices of cake from

The thick frosting smeared over her eyes, clogged her nose and mouth, making

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

and hoarse,

had shoved her face down onto the table, pinning her so hard she could only turn her head sideways, helplessly watching

streamed down May's cheeks, splashing onto

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