He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 823

Seeing Yardley approach, Corinne screamed in desperate relief, "Yardley! Hurry! Help me! Pull this psycho off me!"

But Yardley only shot a disgusted, frigid glare in her direction. He shook his head in sheer disbelief, stepped right past them, and walked straight into the house.

Corinne froze in absolute shock, momentarily forgetting to fight back.

Capitalizing on the opening, Jacqueline delivered two final, stinging slaps to Corinne’s cheeks before swiftly getting to her feet. She dusted her hands off with a look of pure revulsion, as if she had just touched something foul.

Over the years, Jacqueline had navigated the cutthroat business world with the ruthlessness of any man, facing down countless intimidating adversaries. But physically throwing down and slapping another woman across the face? That was a first. She hadn't planned on getting violent, but Corinne's depravity had crossed every conceivable line.

And yet, as she stood there, a surprising rush of adrenaline coursed through her. In that moment, she realized that sometimes, you just had to embrace your inner brawler. If words couldn't get through to a monster, you beat them until they understood.

Jacqueline shot the woman a withering look. Corinne sat crumpled on the floor, completely dazed.

When Jacqueline feigned raising her hand again, Corinne flinched violently, throwing her arms up to protect her face like a beaten dog.

With a cold scoff, Jacqueline turned on her heel and strode into the living room.

By now, Sylvia and Melanie had turned the villa upside down. They had torn through every bedroom and ripped open every closet, desperately searching for Dawn. But despite their frantic efforts, the baby was nowhere to be found.

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