Her mother, Corinne, was still sitting in a jail cell. For days, the siblings had been running themselves ragged, trying every possible connection to get her out, only to hit a brick wall of absolute legal authority.
Melanie already loathed Scarlett with a fiery passion, wishing nothing but total ruin upon her.
And now, to find out that Scarlett had the audacity to throw a lavish celebration for her "bastard" child at Bay City's most exclusive hotel?
Meanwhile, the Flynn family hadn't even received a courtesy text, let alone an invitation.
It was a blatant insult. Did she think the Flynns were just going to roll over and take it?
Melanie glared at Scarlett, practically spitting as she screamed, "Scarlett, you shameless tramp! You sent my mother to prison, and now you have the nerve to throw a party for your illegitimate brat? Do you have no conscience at all?"
"Sylvia, were they ganging up on you? Don't worry! With the Stetsons, the Flynns, and the Schmidts backing you now, I refuse to believe we can't crush this pathetic excuse for a mother!"
Fanned by Melanie's fury, Sylvia straightened her spine, her confidence immediately returning.
"Exactly, Melanie! They were jealous that I have a live symphony orchestra, so they blasted that tacky, atrocious music just to ruin my event!"
"I just came over to ask them to turn it down, and... and they all ganged up on me, calling me horrible names."
Sylvia forced a tremor into her voice, her eyes tearing up perfectly on cue.
Melanie patted her shoulder sympathetically.
By now, Yardley and Clarissa had closed the distance.
"Furthermore, this is my venue, and my VIP guests are arriving any minute. So I'm going to need you 'irrelevant bystanders' to get out of the way. I won't have you ruining the energy of my daughter's celebration."
The moment the words left her mouth, Talia, who had dashed inside earlier, reappeared. With a sweeping gesture, a line of burly bodyguards marched out, each holding a large basin of cold water.
Talia sneered, a ruthless glint in her eyes.
"Scarlett, why waste your breath on trash? If they want to play dirty, let's cool them down!"
"Splash them! Let's see how they look dripping wet!"
At her command, the bodyguards hoisted the basins without a second's hesitation.

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