Hans was so angry that he wanted to beat someone up when he saw that Calista had run out, but his wife quickly stopped him.
“What are you afraid of? Once Benedict agrees to leave Calista here, we’ll have plenty of time to torture her. Besides, since Calista has made a run for it, it shows that that she’s still afraid of us, so she’s not a threat to us at all. Your third brother’s full month celebration party is more important now, let’s go get changed first!”
Hans snorted and decided to let Calista off for now. She was so full of herself earlier, but still ran away in fear anyway. How different was she from before?
How different was she from before?
After Calista left the back hall, she immediately went to the main hall where most of the guests had already arrived. It was a buffet style party, so everyone was just milling around, waiting for the host to start the party officially.
Benedict hesitated when he heard what Yelena told him. Leave Calista here for a month? He wasn't willing to, but he couldn’t think of a good reason to refuse her.
Suddenly the main door of the hall was kicked open with a loud bang!
Everyone was startled – the Langleys were an important family in Horington. Who had the guts to do something like that?
Calista walked in with large strides and a cold expression on her face. Very few people present recognized her because she rarely came out of the house.
Calista had a murderous look in her eyes, making the guests feel uncomfortable, but luckily she was headed in Yelena’s direction.
Yelena knew that Calista must have taken a terrible scolding from her family earlier, so she had a bright smile on her face. Whenever she saw Calista suffering, the feeling she had was even better than that after she had eaten delicious delicacies.
“Callie, you’ve come at the right time. Your father has agreed to let you stay here and play for an entire month.”
Benedict’s eyes widened. When had he agreed to that?
But he couldn’t say anything since everyone was watching, and could only tug Yelena’s sleeve with a frown.
Yelena pretended she didn’t feel him tugging at her and stepped forward to take Calista’s hand while saying in a friendly tone, “Callie, aren’t you happy…”
PAK! Calista slapped her and cut off any boastful words she meant to say.
There was an uproar in the hall! Someone had the gall to hit a Langley in their own house?!
Yelena felt all the blood rush to her face, and she glared at Calista in disbelief as she held her sore cheek. Calista dared to hit her? And slapped her in the face?
The few hundred guests started murmuring among themselves – they didn’t know Calista, but they knew who Yelena was. Who was this person? Why was she attacking a Langley?
“Callie…” Benedict wanted to pull her back, but Yelena pushed him aside. Her eyes were burning with anger now, and she spat out each word in a low voice, “You little slut, how dare you hit me?!”
Calista smiled serenely, then raised her hand and gave another slap. This slap was so hard, Yelena fell onto the floor. Everyone quickly moved aside and stared in horror at Calista. Was this girl mad? Couldn’t they have a good chat first? Did she have to come out and hit another person?
“I’m slapping you, my lovely stepmother. Is it fun to accuse me? Was it delightful to hear how we were humiliated earlier in the other room?”
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