She insisted it was for Theresia’s own good, claiming she wanted her to rest and heal at home. The truth was, Leila just couldn’t stand the idea of Theresia outshining Patti.
Theresia gave a half-hearted smile and kept quiet. There was no point in explaining.
…
At the same time, Patti and her friend Sophia stepped out of the car. Sophia held onto Patti’s arm, her tone sharp and judgmental. “Patti, everyone’s talking about how Theresia is trying to steal Jared. How do you put up with that? If it were me, I’d have clawed her face already.”
Patti laughed to herself. Jared meant nothing to her anymore. Her eyes were on Lawrence now.
But she had to keep up her innocent act. “What can I do?” She let out a dramatic sigh. “Theresia always wants to take what’s mine. I’m used to it. If she wants Jared, she can have him.”
Sophia huffed, clearly more upset than Patti. “You’re way too easygoing. No wonder Theresia thinks she can walk all over you. Patti, listen to me—”
She stopped mid-sentence, eyes catching something through the restaurant window. “Patti, look. That’s Theresia.”
Patti followed her gaze. Sure enough, there was Theresia, sitting inside and having lunch. And sitting next to her was Jackson.
Suddenly, everything clicked. That random call from Jackson—it wasn’t Lawrence helping behind the scenes like she thought. It was all Theresia’s doing. Even the exhibition space...
Patti clenched her jaw, anger rising until her vision blurred.
Sophia fumed, her voice low and furious. “She’s getting way too full of herself. I’m going in there to put her in her place.”
Without waiting, Sophia marched into the restaurant.
Patti hung back for a moment, a sly smile flickering across her lips before she followed.
Theresia’s mouth curled into a smirk. “Even with Patti at rock bottom, you’re still following her around, tail wagging. Wow. Such a loyal dog.”
Sophia’s face turned bright red. “Did you just call me a dog? Who do you think you are, Theresia? You seduce married men and then act like you’re better than me?”
Theresia stood up, looking down at her.
Sophia backed up, suddenly nervous. “What, are you going to hit me?”
Theresia’s eyes were icy cold, but she smiled. “Hit you? I’d rather not dirty my hands.”
Sophia relaxed, thinking she was safe. There was no way Theresia would cause a scene in front of everyone.
But just as Sophia started to smirk, a sharp pain shot through her cheek.

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