Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1817

Marina burst out of the neighboring ladies' room, her face a mask of icy fury as she locked eyes with Cindy. With determined strides, she approached and swung her hand, delivering a stinging slap across Cindy's cheek.

"Ouch!"

Cindy stumbled backward, clutching her face in shock as she stared at Marina.

Marina's face was ghostly pale with anger. "You shameless hussy! First, you try to seduce Freddy, and now you're after Carson? Do you have to snatch away every man I know? What, are you running a junk collection service?"

Carson leaned against the wall, an amused spectator until Marina's last quip caught his attention. He looked up sharply, his brow furrowing.

What did she mean by that?

Was he the 'junk' in question?

Cindy, tears brimming in her eyes, retorted while still nursing her cheek, "I was merely informing Mr. Foster of some hard truths. Deny it if you can, but haven't you been chasing after Freddy?"

She turned to Carson, her voice choked with sobs, "Mr. Foster, Marina wants to call off your engagement to go crawling back to Freddy!"

Marina scoffed, "Who told you I'm calling off the engagement? Freddy and I are history. Should I bother sending you a wedding invite?"

Carson's gaze sharpened as he watched Marina closely.

Cindy accused, her voice rising with indignation, "So, you're about to marry Mr. Foster and yet you can't get Freddy out of your mind, running after him day and night. That's called two-timing, and you're the real lowlife here!"

Marina snapped back, "Where did you see me chasing Freddy? It's you who's trying to lure Carson, and now you have the nerve to sling mud at me?"

In a fit of rage, Marina lunged forward, grabbing Cindy by the hair and smacked her again. "I haven't settled the score with you for your past antics, and now you're after my fiancé? Do you really think I'm that easy to bully?"

Cindy, shorter and less robust than Marina, couldn't muster the strength to retaliate. She struggled helplessly, her cries growing louder.

Carson turned to Marina, "Feel better now? Done with the hitting?"

Marina shook her head, "Enough. Hitting her only hurts my own hand."

"Shall I get someone else to do it?" Carson suggested with a wry smile.

Marina, unsure if he was joking, replied softly, "No need. I've vented enough."

"That's settled then!" Carson nodded to the manager, "Make sure nothing like this happens again, or I'll be sending you the bill for my fiancée's sore hand!"

"Of course, of course!" the manager bobbed his head eagerly.

Without another glance at the still-weeping Cindy, Carson took Marina by the hand and they left the establishment.