He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 420

Gwen instantly went on the offensive. Right on cue, Mrs. Morgan and Mrs. Lowell, who were standing in the crowd, began to chime in.

Mrs. Morgan sneered, "If Mrs. Croft is so close to Jacqueline, could it be she wants her son to take Scarlett as his second wife? But I heard Scarlett isn't even officially divorced yet. The Croft family sure is desperate!"

Mrs. Lowell gasped in mock horror. "Really? Oh my god! I always thought the Croft family was so prestigious and had high standards! I didn't realize their bar was practically on the floor!"

A wave of mocking laughter rippled through the crowd. Emboldened, Mrs. Lowell arched an eyebrow.

"No wonder her son divorced so fast. Turns out they were already sleeping around! Hahaha..."

"Mrs. Croft, you're a university professor. How can you just stand by while your son has an affair? It's mind-boggling! No wonder you never dared to show your face at our gatherings—you must have been too ashamed!"

The crowd erupted into another fit of raucous laughter.

Hearing the vicious attacks against her mother, Scarlett was ready to throw hands, but Jacqueline subtly tugged her sleeve. She shot Scarlett a look that clearly said: *Hold on, let Elara handle this.*

Elara stood perfectly still, her fists clenched tight, her face pale with cold fury.

In the past, being publicly mocked, insulted, and berated like this would have destroyed her composure. She probably would have broken down in tears of humiliation.

But today, her mindset had entirely shifted. She stared coldly at the pampered, entitled women, her eyes sweeping over the crowd before landing squarely on Mrs. Lowell.

Before anyone could even blink, Elara stepped forward and slapped Mrs. Lowell across the face with everything she had!

*Smack!*

The entire hall fell into a dead, horrifying silence.

No one—absolutely no one—expected the famously poised, highly educated Elara Chapman to resort to physical violence. Everyone froze in shock.

"Sleeping around?" Elara's lips curled into a dangerously amused smile as she looked at Mrs. Lowell with mock astonishment. "Which one of your eyes saw my son sleeping around? If you have proof, show it. If you don't, believe me when I say I will completely destroy you tonight."

Seeing the tide turn so drastically, the other gossiping socialites instantly clamped their mouths shut. After all, while the Crofts were low-key, they were undeniably Bay City's apex old money. No one wanted to be on their bad side.

Elara swept her icy gaze over the crowd. That natural, commanding authority of a professor, now mixed with the ruthless grit of a street brawler, was so terrifying that no one dared make eye contact.

Gwen, who had been standing on the sidelines in a stupor, was reeling in shock at this new, terrifying version of Elara.

She had planned to use the crowd to humiliate her, but instead, she had just handed Elara the perfect stage to assert dominance.

"Elara Chapman! You are a complete psycho!"

Gwen shrieked in frustration. "Your son dumped my daughter like she was trash and only gave her a measly fifty million! I haven't even settled that score with you yet, and you dare come here and crash my party?! I... I..."

Gwen charged at Elara, throwing her hands on her hips, determined to put her in her place.

But the moment she rushed forward, a leg shot out from the side, and the heel of a stiletto planted itself squarely in Gwen's face—