Still, the reporters relentlessly pursued her. Their probing questions grew more cutting by the moment.
Images of her messy state quickly circulated online, igniting madness on social media. People began sharing the photos and videos, revealing everything that had happened at the scene without leaving out a single detail. One person commented, “At last, the villain faces her downfall. How could she be so ruthless? Absolutely devoid of any conscience.”
Another said, “The old lady finally saw a ray of hope, and then this happens. It’s practically murder.”
A third said, “Having seen her controversies with Katelyn trend before, it’s clear she’s not the kindest. Her abandonment doesn’t surprise me.”
Online users expressed their strong opinions on the matter, their words filled with intensity.
Once everyone had left, Lise slowly rose to her feet, her hand brushing over the wounds on her forehead left from kowtowing. The pain prompted a sharp intake of breath. Her fists clenched, her eyes seething with a deep, dark vengeance, like an abyss ready to consume all in its path.
“Zoey!”
She swore she wouldn’t let this go unaddressed!
Suddenly, a noise echoed from a corner.
Clang!
Lise snapped her head up.
Paloma, who had been on her way out, had accidentally knocked into a chair.
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Before Lise could utter a word, Paloma, looking at Lise with a mix of disgust, snapped, “What are you staring at?” She then whispered to herself, “She’s repulsive. She should see herself right now.”
A surge of anger stiffened Lise’s body. In a flash, she lunged at Paloma, seized her hair, and pulled fiercely.
“How dare you call me repulsive? Look at yourself! Would you even be where you are now without…”
Lise had suppressed her fury throughout the evening, and it had finally found its vent. She pulled Paloma’s hair harder, slapping Paloma’s face repeatedly. The sound of the slaps resonated through the vast, vacant room.
Paloma contorted, trying to escape Lise’s relentless grasp, but Lise tightened her hold, fighting as if her life depended on it.
Paloma was unable to retaliate. She felt a throbbing pain in her head. Her hand scrambled on the floor. In a desperate move, she grasped an and, with all her might, slammed it down on Lise’s head.
In an instant, the wine bottle crashed loudly.
“Ah!” Lise gasped, clutching her head as her hold on Paloma slipped.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Paloma scrambled to her feet.
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