"Agnes, you bitch, can't believe you'd pull this on me. I won't let you get away with this!"
No sooner had she finished speaking than she lunged at Agnes, trying to grab her by the throat.
But Ben stepped in front of Agnes, and with a casual swipe of his arm, sent Beatrice sprawling on the floor.
From her superior position, Agnes looked down at Beatrice. "Still haven't learned your lesson, Beatrice? If I'm not mistaken, you've only been out of prison for a month, and do you want to go back in?"
At the thought of her month in jail, Beatrice's fingers clenched painfully. It had been the most torturous, shameful month of her life.
Agnes had made her suffer, trashed her reputation, and she couldn't do a damn thing about it.
Agnes was still Mrs. Whitfield, with Jared still watching her back.
That miserable woman!
Beatrice swore she'd make her pay.
Laura had changed into a new outfit and emerged looking calm, surprisingly elegant and composed.
Sometimes Agnes had to hand it to her.
She was quite the sly fox.
In just a few minutes, with all the ups and downs, she went from being out of control to being calm.
Laura cut straight to the chase, "Agnes, we're all family here. Exposing me doesn't do you any good."
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