Abandoned by All I Took It All Back novel Chapter 108

Summer and that man were laughing and talking, looking very close.

A smug look flashed in Iris's eyes.

She quickly took out her phone, snapped a picture, and immediately sent it to Vincent.

Summer turned her head and saw Iris standing not far away, staring at her. She gave her a cold glance and then looked away.

This was too important of an occasion. She wasn't going to let some lowlife ruin her mood.

She knew Iris would be at the gala, and she knew they would eventually cross paths.

But she was here tonight to find business partners, not to seek revenge.

When it was all over, before she died, she would get back at those who had hurt her.

Seeing Summer ignore her, Iris took it as a sign of guilt. She was clearly flustered about being caught with her lover.

Iris glanced around. No one was nearby.

She dropped her usual sweet and innocent facade, her eyes flashing with venom and hatred.

Iris walked forward, blocking their path.

"Well, well. No wonder I couldn't find you in the main hall. You were hiding back here, having a secret rendezvous with your boy toy."

Iris shot a disdainful look at the bewildered Alan standing beside Summer.

"Tsk, tsk. I must say, Sister Summer—no, Aunt Summer—you've certainly changed your tastes. Your standards are getting lower and lower. I can't believe you'd stoop to this level. Aren't you afraid Vincent will find out?" Iris taunted Summer with a barrage of vicious words, deliberately using "Aunt Summer" to mock her age.

"You're not even divorced yet. If you're that desperate, you could at least find a real man. But him? Heh! I wonder if he can even perform. I'd hate for you to get lonely and have to go fooling around again..."

Summer glanced at Alan, who still looked utterly confused.

She decided to swallow her anger.

She couldn't let Iris ruin her purpose for being here tonight.

And she didn't want Alan to get dragged into this.

With money on the line, she could ignore this filth.

Summer tuned out the noise.

As expected, Summer stopped dead in her tracks.

Satisfied with her reaction, Iris smiled, her red lips curling as she waited for Summer to ask for more.

Summer glared at Iris, her eyes filled with hatred.

She watched as Iris's mouth moved, her smile blooming like a poisonous flower. The sound of her voice was as nauseating as a thousand flies.

But Iris had miscalculated. After a brief pause, Summer looked away and started walking again.

The feeling of punching a pillow, of her words having no effect, was incredibly frustrating.

Iris's fingers trembled with rage.

"Hey, Aunt Summer, I heard your mother used to be a prostitute. That she slept with countless men before she got pregnant with you, and then she tricked your father into raising you. I also heard that you and your mother share..."

SLAP! SLAP!

Two sharp, ringing slaps cut off the rest of Iris's words.

The next thing she felt was a searing pain as her scalp was grabbed and her hair was yanked violently.