Susan let out a dramatic wail, dropping all her shopping bags at once. She covered
her face and burst into tears.
Her family might not have been as wealthy as Yvonne’s, but the Johnsons were still a prominent name in Northcrest. In fact, Susan’s father now held a position even more influential than the one Kearney had before his downfall.
And now, Edith had just slapped her across the face in public–Susan was absolutely
livid.
She looked at Yvonne with watery, pleading eyes. “Yvonne, if she dares to hit me today, what’s stopping her from hitting you next time?”
Yvonne’s expression was all righteous indignation and concern as she comforted Susan. “I can’t believe she actually hit you! We can’t just let this go. She’s been throwing her weight around under Mrs. Hawksley’s name, but Justin will hear about
this for sure!”
Even as Yvonne fussed over Susan’s flushed cheek, her mind was already plotting how best to report this to Justin.
She eyed the angry red mark on Susan’s face with barely concealed satisfaction. Good–serves her right! If only Edith had hit her harder, left an even more obvious
mark, it would’ve been perfect.
Meanwhile, Susan was still beaming–convinced her loyalty was finally paying off.
She no longer felt like Yvonne’s lackey. She was part of Yvonne’s inner circle now,
But even circles had hierarchies.
Susan was reaching upwards, trying to network her way into a better future. If Yvonne was willing to toss her a few opportunities, Susan could easily marry into an even higher social stratum.
Yvonne pulled out her phone and snapped a few close–ups of the fresh handprint on Susan’s cheek. Just in case–what if Edith tried to deny it later?
Then she turned to the store manager. “My friend was just assaulted in your boutique. I’m calling the police, and I want you to pull the security footage for me.”
Once she’d secured a copy, Yvonne felt sharp and unstoppable–she strode out, head held high, straight for the Hawksley estate.
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Meanwhile, Edith dragged Lauren out of the mall. Lauren let out a triumphant huff. “Honestly, I wish you’d let me at her. I would’ve slapped her so hard her own mother wouldn’t recognize her! See if she dares pull that nonsense again.”
Edith glanced down at her palm, her voice soft. “Sis, I’m starting to regret it a little. I think I hit her too hard–my hand still aches.”
Lauren doubled over with laughter, giving Edith an appraising look. “Well, well! I used to worry someone might take advantage of you. But look at you now–so fierce! And to think you look so quiet and proper on the outside.”
Edith’s lips curled in a faint, knowing smile. After all she’d seen in the Vance family–a family that could chew people up and spit them out–Yvonne’s little games seemed utterly childish.
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