Chapter 930:
“Fine,” Lorraine said, her lips curling into a challenging smile. “Let’s see if you truly have the means.” With that, she pinched herself sharply and then collapsed to the floor, her body writhing in apparent torment.
“Ouch… It hurts—my stomach… It hurts so much…” Her cries were loud enough to draw the attention of the surrounding guests, who began to gather around her and Christina in curiosity.
“Aren’t these two the ones who invited Dylan to dance?”
“Look at the one in the light purple gown. The one who actually danced with Dylan. That’s Brendon’s ex-wife. Aside from Dylan, she’s tangled up with Robin. I have to admit, she has quite the talent for captivating men.”
“More than just those two. Two other men have risked offending Dylan over her. Heaven knows what she’s done to ensnare them.”
“Just look at her—she thrives on male attention. No wonder Brendon left her.”
“And that woman on the floor? Isn’t she Celine’s adoptive daughter? This shameless vixen has been brimming with arrogance ever since dancing with Dylan. She even had the gall to attack someone from the Miller family!”
Lorraine’s pained expression masked the smugness curling in her mind. The more pitiful she appeared, the more likely it was that the onlookers would side with her. Even if Dylan wanted to shield that wretched Christina, it wouldn’t be so simple. He could hardly risk souring relations with the Miller family.
“Ouch… My stomach… It hurts so much…” Lorraine groaned again, her hand shooting out to clutch at Christina’s dress hem. Christina stepped back swiftly, letting Lorraine’s grasp close on empty air. The awkwardness of the failed attempt lingered in the moment.
But Lorraine recovered quickly, doubling down on her performance. “It hurts… Miss Jones, please, just let me go to the bathroom… It hurts…”
The words, coupled with her act, turned the eyes of many already-biased guests toward Christina with open disapproval.
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 ⍰ 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀・𝖼𝗈𝗆
“Miss Jones, aren’t you being unreasonable? Why on earth would you stop her from going to the restroom? Since when did she need your permission? Do you think that just because you danced with Mr. Scott once, you are suddenly the lady of the house?”
“Exactly! You’re such a disgraceful divorcee, still dreaming of marrying into the Scott family. How delusional! And with such a cruel nature—how could Dylan ever take you as his wife?”
“I’ve never seen someone so overbearing. First, she beats Lorraine, and now she won’t even let Lorraine use the bathroom…”
Christina’s gaze swept over the crowd, cool and sharp as a blade. The guests who had been so eager to accuse her found their voices faltering, their courage evaporating under the weight of her intense stare.
Christina’s piercing gaze cut through the guests, sending an icy shiver down their spines. What was it about this woman that gave her such an unshakable hold over the room?
“Did you actually see me strike Miss Reynolds?” Christina’s voice was cold, her eyes locked unflinchingly on a nearby man, the unmistakable speaker who had thrown false accusations her way.
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