Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 777:

The tone of her voice was sharp, filled with judgment, and the others couldn’t help but join in. “Of course, they went bankrupt. There’s no one left to manage them. Miss Stuart, I guess you’re an orphan now,” one of them added, with a laugh.

Allison’s expression shifted, the warmth leaving her face as her thoughts turned colder. “Excuse me,” she said calmly, already aware that staying in this conversation would only escalate matters. She clenched her fists, preparing to walk away.

However, Fiona, emboldened by the mocking murmurs of the other guests, stepped into Allison’s path. “How did someone like you manage to catch Mr. Shaw’s eye?” she asked, her voice lowering to a near whisper, as if she were about to share a cruel secret.

Allison stood still, but her eyes became sharp, like ice under the harsh light. For a fleeting moment, Fiona felt a shiver, as if she were gazing into something far more dangerous than she had anticipated.

Allison finally raised her head, her voice smooth but laced with sarcasm.

“By relentless pursuit, of course,” she replied, a playful yet pointed edge to her words. “Haven’t you tried that, Miss Smith?”

Fiona, no stranger to jabs, immediately recognized the insult. After all, everyone knew Fiona had spent years chasing Verruckt.

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Fiona had never been humiliated like this before, and her face twisted with fury. “How dare you mock me, you bitch! You’re courting disaster!” she hissed, her anger boiling over. She raised her hand, ready to slap Allison.

But despite her apparent fragility, Allison swiftly caught Fiona’s wrist with ease, halting the slap mid-air.

“Miss Smith, I suggest you reconsider. After all, there are a lot of people here. You wouldn’t want to turn today into a spectacle, would you?” Allison said calmly, her gaze unwavering.

It was clear this event was a high-profile one for the Immortality Group, and if Fiona had any sense, she would refrain from causing a scene.

But Fiona, driven by her arrogance, thought that Allison was afraid and backing down. “Are you begging for mercy?” Fiona sneered, her earlier fear melting into amusement.

What did she have to fear from an orphan?

“If you kneel and beg for forgiveness, I might let you go. Otherwise, I’ll make sure the Stuart family suffers even more,” Fiona threatened, her voice carrying over the crowd.

Around them, whispers spread.

“Miss Smith is the heir to the Immortality Group. Looks like the Stuart family is finished,” someone murmured.

Another voice added, “We should worry about this young lady. She might not make it out of here alive.”noveldrama

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