The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275 Hitting Where It Hurts

Preston’s words hit Tilda like a hammer, each syllable dripping with arrogance.

What did he mean, claiming she hoped he’d marry her? What the hell!

The suggestion made her stomach turn. It was beyond revolting.

Tilda’s temper flared white–hot.

The pleasant buzz from her earlier drinks evaporated instantly.

Even if Preston dropped dead right here, it wouldn’t satisfy her fury.

Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone right in front of him,

In one fluid motion, she uploaded another video of Rebecca crawling across the floor, acting like a deranged animal, to multiple international websites.

When he finally caught on and grabbed for her phone, it was already too late.

Preston’s face contorted with rage. “Tilda, hand over that phone!”

He lunged forward to forcefully snatch the phone from Tilda’s hands.

Since Tilda was the one posting the videos, if he could just access her account, he could delete the videos completely.

But then…

A sickening crack split the air, followed by a snap.

The unmistakable sound of something important breaking.

Preston’s eyes widened in shock.

Excruciating pain exploded through his entire body.

He collapsed, clutched his crotch and releasing an agonized howl that echoed through the bar.

His face turned beet red as veins bulged across his forehead. Words completely failed him.

Every man in the vicinity instinctively crossed their legs.

Holy crap.

That sound just now

Had Tilda just nailed Preston right in his most vulnerable spot?

The lighting was too dim to catch exactly when her leg shot out like lightning.

Such precision! Targeting a man’s weak spot! Quick! Dead–on! Merciless!

She truly lived up to her title as the Queen–even her methods of neutralizing men were absolutely flawless. One strike to end the fight permanently, ensuring he’d never be a threat again.

But she wasn’t finished.

Tilda grabbed a champagne boule from the nearby ice bucket.

She shook it violently and aimed it directly at Preston’s head.

Preston was writhing in too much agony to dodge anything.

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Chapter 275 Hitting Where It Hurts

Finished

Pop!

The cork shot straight into Preston’s forehead.

A huge bump swelled up instantly.

Champagne erupted everywhere, drenching Preston from head to toe.

His clothes, pants, hair… nothing was spared.

Everything was completely ruined!

Only after this complete humiliation did Tilda feel the disgust from Preston’s words begin to fade.

Everyone tactfully backed away, giving Tilda plenty of room to work on her fallen victim..

The crowd was so captivated by the spectacle that they completely forgot to pull out their phones.

Tilda thought, What kind of cursed evening was this?

What kind of cursed coincidence was this?

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