Who was this woman to stand up for Katelyn? How dare she defend Katelyn!

Lise cursed internally; Katelyn seemed always to have protectors at her side.

At that moment, mall security appeared, accompanied by the manager.

The manager, dressed in a suit, approached respectfully and greeted them with a nod.

“Ladies, I’m the manager of this mall. I noticed the commotion. May I ask what happened here?” He scrutinized the scene, deliberating on the best course of action.

Seeing an opportunity, Paloma ceased her dramatic sobbing.

She said confidently, “Since you’re the manager, you need to intervene. This is a high-end mall. How can you allow just anyone access? See that woman over there? She assaulted me! I demand an apology today, or nobody leaves.” The manager’s eyes briefly met Lise’s.

He recognized her instantly.

She had been a frequent visitor to the mall lately, shopping extensively for her upcoming wedding and significantly boosting their sales.

She was an important customer.

Catching the manager’s knowing look, Lise inwardly smirked.

“Money always has its say,” she thought.

With a mix of resentment and pain, Lise said, “Regardless, resorting to violence is unacceptable, particularly given Paloma’s severe injury.”

She subtly aggravated Paloma’s injury once more.

The kick Katelyn had delivered was forceful, breaking Paloma’s leg bone.

The pain was excruciating.

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Paloma’s complexion turned even whiter as she shrieked in pain again.

The manager turned to Katelyn, his face serious.

“Miss, I’m afraid I must involve the authorities in this case. I also expect you to offer an apology to this lady.”

His words were courteous, yet his tone was commanding, bearing no disagreement. Such an approach might have intimidated others, but Katelyn was not so easily swayed.

Katelyn stared at the mall manager with icy hate and sneered, “So, the truth doesn’t matter to you? You just side with what you think is right?”

This was supposed to present a high-end shopping experience in Granville. With such leadership, it hardly seemed worthy of its reputation.

The manager’s expression soured.

The women shopping here were all wealthy socialites, and they were watching intently.

Being scolded in such a manner, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of embarrassment.

With a scowl, he said sharply, “You attacked that woman. What else is there to know? Security, call the police!”

If this woman believed she could cause trouble on his territory and walk away, she was very wrong!

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