The salesgirl had been trained professionally, and was not the type to judge someone by their appearance.
She put on her most winning smile. "Hello! This is the Italian goods section, may I assist you ladies with anything?"
"Where's the bathroom?" Emmeline asked in a hurry.
"Huh?" The salesgirl was confused.
Were these three women just here to use the bathroom?
That didn't really make sense. Surely a trip to the bathroom didn't require taking the elevator to the seventh floor?
"I said, where's the bathroom!" Emmeline said again.
Her tone was a lot colder, radiating authority and impatience.
"Oh!"
The salesgirl sensed that this lady was not one to be messed with, and pointed in front of her. "All the way out till you reach the corridor, then make a right."
The three women turned around at once, making a run for it.
The customers, sensing their gusto, hurriedly got out of their way.
Emmeline and the rest sped through several brand shops, until they finally reached the corridor.
They made a sharp right, and there was the bathroom.
There were several women gathered in front of one cubicle in the spacious bathroom.
Doris recognized one of them at once.
It was the mistress Norman had been having lunch with the day before.
The mistress, however, did not see Doris. She shouted to the cubicle in front of her, "You b*tch, let's see how long you last in there! You can't just stay in there forever!"
"That's right, we'll just let her wait it out!" Another woman piped up as well. "I'm sure she'll have to come out eventually, we've broken her phone anyways."
"Did you hear that, Jennie Whittaker?" The mistress called out. "Get your *ss out here right now, and I'll tell Norman to spare your life. You won't get away with your sister hitting the both of us!"
"You f*cking homewrecker!" Doris pounced on the mistress as if she had gone insane. "How dare you bully my sister!"
She moved so fast she practically mowed the mistress over.
The mistress stumbled backwards, catching her balance against another bathroom stall.
She saw who it was, and cried out, "Girls, that's the b*tch who hit Norman and I yesterday! Get her!"
"Thump!" The door of the cubicle slammed open.
Jennie stormed out shouting, "You lay a finger on my sister, and I'll have your head!"
Doris said, "Jennie, are you alright?"
One of Jennie's cheeks had a scarlet handprint on it. "I'm alright. That sl*t slapped me!"
"I'll get her for you!" Doris' eyes grew bloodshot.
"Don't let them go! I'll make sure Norman gives each of you a hefty reward for this!"
The mistress pounced on Doris, scratching wildly with her nails.
"Slap! Crack! Thwap!"
Slap after slap rang through the air, and the women cried out in pain clutching their faces. Some of them had even keeled over on the ground.
"Ow, who hit me!"
"Oh my god, I chipped a tooth! Who did that!"
Over on another end, Emmeline and Sam wrung their hands out calmly.
They had sent the slaps out quick as lightning, and it was no wonder none of those terrible women even saw them coming.
"Ms. Louise!" Jennie recognized Emmeline at once, lighting up. "You came!"
"I'm here to get you your rights back," Emmeline said, waggling her eyebrows. "Which one of them do you want dead first, Jennie?"
Jennie did not exactly know if Emmeline could fight.
She had also not seen anything when the mistress and her friends were slapped several times.
However, Jennie knew who Waylon was.
She figured that since Emmeline was his sister, she could probably fight too.
Knowing this, Jennie pointed at the mistress with reddened eyes. "Get her first, she's the homewrecker! She told me she was going to marry my husband, and forced me to make room for her!"
"Got it." Emmeline nodded. "We'll start with her, then!"
"That won't be necessary, Ms. Louise." Sam rolled up her sleeves.
"Oh, sure." Emmeline nodded. "I know you've been itching for a fight anyways. Go for it."
"Watch this!" Sam narrowed her gaze, preparing to strike.
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