Elora’s slap was aimed not at Katelyn’s face but at her right arm.

Katelyn sensed Elora’s movement and quickly dodged, causing Elora’s hand to miss its target.

Katelyn had no interest in engaging with Elora, a spoiled girl accustomed to privilege.

Elora had been raised to believe she could do anything—hit others, swear, and more—without facing any consequences.

This upbringing had created an utterly self-centered person, oblivious to the repercussions of her actions.

Katelyn’s expression was cold, and her tone was even colder.

“I’ve already explained, and this isn’t my problem. You were the one causing trouble that day. I don’t usually resort to violence, but if you continue to provoke me—”

Before she could finish, Elora interrupted with a dismissive gesture. “Don’t pretend I can’t see right through your act, you manipulative bitch! I’ve met plenty of women like you. Just die.”

Elora made another aggressive move.

Katelyn responded with disdain. “If you won’t listen, don’t blame me for what happens next.”

She quickly grabbed Elora’s wrist, and in a flash, there was a resounding thud.

“Ah!”

Katelyn’s kick connected with Elora’s shin, causing her to collapse to the floor, her face pale from the pain.

Furious, Elora yelled, “You bitch! How dare you kick me? I’ll have my father deal with you!”

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Katelyn dismissed her with a cold laugh, releasing Elora’s wrist.

“Try it again, and it won’t just be a kick.”

Though proficient in self-defense, Katelyn adhered to one principle: she would never strike a woman. Yet, Elora’s relentless taunting was driving her to her limits.

Perhaps confronting such arrogance was the only solution.

Who could say how many had suffered under Elora’s intimidation?

Elora reeled backward, her eyes filled with animosity. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress her anger. “Katelyn, I won’t let you get away with this. You’ll pay for what you’ve done!” The source of th?s content is Find[?]ovel.net

A sharp spark appeared in Katelyn’s eyes as she smirked. “Don’t worry. If that day ever comes, I’ll take you down with me.”

Elora was left speechless.

She had never encountered such defiance. Typically, women would shrink under her glare, pleading for mercy and promising to steer clear of Bartley. But Katelyn was fearless. She stood her ground, boldly provoking Elora further.

Elora was determined never to forgive Katelyn for this. Just then, Lise arrived, instantly noticing the distress on Elora’s face. She hurried over, her voice laced with concern. “Are you okay?”

Still furious, Elora pushed Lise away roughly, releasing some of her frustration.

“You idiot! Why did it take you so long?”

Caught off guard, Lise crashed into the wall, pain flashing across her face.

She swallowed her bitterness, maintaining a concerned demeanor.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were confronting Katelyn. I thought you were just going to the restroom.”

Elora wielded significant power and influence. Even a small favor from her could ease Lise’s life considerably. Lise had intentionally delayed her arrival, knowing that Elora would value her assistance more after a confrontation with Katelyn. After witnessing Elora’s setback, Lise was ready to intervene and teach Katelyn a lesson, securing her place by Elora’s side.

Regaining her composure, Lise glared at Katelyn. “How dare you assault Princess Elora? I won’t let you get away with this!”

With that, Lise lunged at Katelyn, targeting her right arm, mirroring Elora’s earlier attempt. Her speed was impressively quick.

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