Aylin was unaware that she was being watched. After calming her emotions in the restroom, she slipped into a relatively less crowded side hall.
Still feeling restless and itchy, so annoyed that I want to hit someone.
Once, when she was in a bad mood, she would practice boxing at home. But today’s environment didn’t allow for that, so Aylin had no choice but to endure and find a quiet place to sit down.
She had just taken a couple of sips of her fruit juice when suddenly, amidst the noise, she heard her own name. Following the sound, she saw a group of elegantly dressed women surrounding someone at the entrance, chattering away as they walked in, engaged in a lively conversation.
Those enchanting and seductive faces were very familiar to Aylin, but she couldn’t recall their names. Most of them were socialites and freelance models who frequented such events to gain popularity.
And there, surrounded by them, stood Sariah, wearing a self-satisfied smile on her face.
Carmen insinuated to her, sparing no effort to tarnish Aylin’s reputation.
“Would I lie to you? My cousin here, she ran away from home for three years and no one knew where she went. When she came back, she kept changing men one after another, juggling multiple relationships at once!”
Sariah’s voice was sharp and bitter, “Now we don’t even dare to let relatives into our home, who knows if there’s something disgraceful going on…”
A model with wavy curls immediately chimed in, giggling foolishly, “She must be hiding an illegitimate child, afraid of being seen by others!”
“Ah, Sally, you’re so naughty!” Her friend playfully slapped the model, feigning annoyance.
Sally noticed the discord between Sariah and Aylin, and wholeheartedly seized this opportunity to try to win Sariah’s favor.
“I have a friend whose friend works at the Koch Group, and they said they’ve seen Aylin. They said she’s quite pretty, with a small face, but I think… hmph, it must all be fake. Maybe she even had her jawbone shaved, which isn’t cheap. Who knows, maybe the money for her plastic surgery was hard-earned by spreading her legs in bed, hahaha…”
Sally spoke with great enthusiasm, and Sariah didn’t try to stop her. She leaned forward and backward, laughing so hard that she could barely close her mouth.
Disparagement is the least costly thing to do.
Aylin became the target of their venting and the center of their attacks.
It seemed as if by attacking her, one could please Sariah and gain entry into high society.
Amidst a burst of laughter, suddenly, the sound of high heels approached.
Sariah looked up, saw who it was, and her face changed dramatically.
“Sal-”
She didn’t have time to stop Sally from continuing her slander. Suddenly, a slender and fair hand grabbed the woman by the back of her neck. Then, that hand forcefully pushed Sally’s head into the cake beside her!
Swift and decisive, showing no mercy.
Sally’s head throbbed with pain as she accidentally gulped down a mouthful of whipped cream, her face turning beet red. Only after a moment did she let out a piercing scream!
“Ah!”
A charming figure stood gracefully behind them, arms folded, leisurely watching the scene unfold.
Aylin was already in a bad mood, and when someone insisted on provoking her, she wouldn’t swallow her anger and let herself be wronged.
So she didn’t hold back at all when she started, smashing the model’s head into the cake with such force that you could even hear a muffled thudding sound.
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