At that moment, she was absolutely thrilled!
She was on the brink of marrying Neil and having a grand wedding, in stark contrast to Katelyn, now despised as a divorced woman.
Paloma tilted her head back slightly, her expression full of arrogance as she said, “Did you hear that? Now get lost! What right do you have to criticize Mr. Wheeler?”
Seeing Lise’s satisfied smile, Paloma felt confident she had chosen her words wisely.
By winning Lise’s favor, she solidified the partnership between the Finch family and the Wheeler family.
Her family was on the verge of being accepted into the elite circle.
Feeling increasingly self-assured, Paloma approached Katelyn. She jabbed Katelyn’s shoulder with her finger, mocking, “Listen, you belong in the gutter, not this upscale environment!”
Katelyn’s smile slowly disappeared, and her tone turned cold.
“Remove your hand.”
However, Paloma, drinking in her own victory, refused to listen.
To Paloma, Katelyn’s words were merely weak protests. Instead of backing down, Paloma seized Katelyn’s chin and continued, “What if I choose not to? Katelyn, do you honestly believe you’re still the untouchable heiress of the Bailey family? Well, if I demand an apology, you’ll have no choice but to obey!”
Wasn’t Katelyn supposed to be someone hard to handle? Apparently, she was not.
Paloma could easily pinch her face, and Katelyn seemed unable to stop her.
It appeared that those intimidated by Katelyn were simply weak.
Paloma then slapped Katelyn’s cheek, saying, “You’re a hopeless case now. Beg for mercy, and maybe I’ll spare you.”
Ashlyn could no longer watch silently.
Her expression stern, she was about to step in when a sharp slap struck Paloma’s face.
Paloma’s head jerked to the side, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at Katelyn.
The crowd inhaled sharply, witnessing Paloma’s cheek puff up from the impact.
The strength of Katelyn’s blow was unmistakable.
The room fell quiet, and the tension was palpable.
Katelyn’s eyes flashed with icy determination as she whispered harshly, “Since you have no idea how to behave, I don’t mind teaching you a lesson myself!”
Did Paloma think Katelyn was silent because she was afraid?
Feeling the sting of the slap, Paloma erupted in fury, screaming, “Katelyn, you wretch, how dare you strike me!”
She lunged toward Katelyn, but in a swift move, Katelyn struck her knee.
Paloma’s knee gave way under the pain, and she crumpled to the floor.
“Ah!” she screamed as her knee cracked, the agony almost making her blackout, yet she remained conscious.
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