The underworld queen come back and slays novel Chapter 96

“Mr. Yardley, she comes from a filthy background. Do you really think she’s worth that kind of attention?” The voice that chimed in was laced with mockery.

Merle, a direct descendant of the prestigious Yardley family, immediately turned in the direction of the voice. He saw Isla gracefully walking toward them.

Tonight, Isla wore a floor–length white gown with delicate blue embroidery tracing intricate floral patterns along the hem. The design set off her pure and untouchable aura. She looked like a white rose blooming in winter, cold, proud, and flawless.

The moment Merle saw her, his eyes flickered with unmistakable awe. He had seen countless beautiful women, but none possessed such captivating grace paired with devastating beauty,

Even Merle, who prided himself as one of the most distinguished among his peers, felt as if just looking at Isla too long would somehow defile her.

Under Merle’s dazed gaze, Isla stopped in front of him. Her eyes, cold and sharp, locked onto Raven.

Then she spoke, her tone firm and commanding, “Show me your invitation.”

Raven did not even glance her way. She calmly finished the last bite of her pastry and started walking toward the general’s lounge.

But before she could take more than a step, Isla suddenly moved forward and blocked her path. ‘Did you not hear me?” she asked, her voice sharper.

Raven paused and finally lifted her gaze, giving Isla a fleeting glance. Then she let out a soft chuckle. “I didn’t hear anyone talking to me. Though I did hear some bitter woman screeching across the room.”

Merle froze. He had not expected Raven to insult Isla sa bluntly. Watching the woman he had just been admiring get humiliated like that made rage boil up inside him.

Furious, Merle stepped forward, about to shove Raven away from Isla. But before his hand could reach her, Isla raised her uninjured left hand and swung hard at Raven’s face.

Just as her palm was about to land, with a smack, a deafening slap rang through the party hall.

The force behind it was so powerful, Isla was sent flying several feet backward and crashed into a nearby dining table.

Crack! The heavy sound echoed as the wooden table shattered beneath her.

Splintered bears ripped through the fabric of her pristine gown, tearing deep gashes across the silk, and her skin. Blood streaked from the cuts, staining her white dress a vivid red.

In the blink of an eye, the pride princess had become a shattered, humiliated mess.

Many of the men in the room instinctively showed signs of sympathy.

No one looked more stricken than Merle, who was closest to her. Paused for only one second, he rushed over and bent down to help her up, his movements unusually cautious,

Isla, however, refused to move. Her eyes were locked on Raven –