The socialites who had just been mocking her were stunned. Over the past year, they had thrown countless insults at Audrey. But every time, she would just ignore them, walking away with her head held high, never saying a word. They naturally assumed she was a cowardly, weak-willed pushover.
But tonight, her words were sharp, logical, and unyielding. The gentle, quiet eyes they were used to seeing were now blazing with fury. She had truly been pushed past her breaking point.
All eyes slowly shifted toward the Sinclairs on the stairs.
Caught entirely off guard by Audrey's sudden spine, Beatrice and Arthur froze.
After a long pause, Beatrice sneered, trying to salvage the situation. "If Rainey hit you, it was for the sake of the performance! It's just work. How can you be so petty and hold a grudge over a scene?"
She narrowed her eyes maliciously. "Besides, your uncle clearly told you on the phone that tonight was an important gala. You still chose to show up in filthy clothes with a battered face."
She looked Audrey up and down with absolute contempt. "I initially thought you were just being disrespectful. But now I see exactly what you're doing. You came here to play the victim and beg for sympathy!"
Audrey's eyes turned cold, but she remained silent.
Taking her silence as an admission of guilt, Beatrice grew even more smug. "Too bad, Audrey. Everyone in this room knows exactly what kind of manipulative trash you are. Nobody here pities you."

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