“What are you glaring at? If you dare to show up here putting on an act in a counterfeit, you should be prepared for the consequences of being exposed!” Marianne sneered, her face full of scorn.
Hailey bit her lower lip, feigning a look of reluctance as she said softly, “Serena, if you really wanted to get into Miss Blackwood's coming-of-age party, you could have just told me. I could have brought you in…”
“If you didn’t have a gown to wear, I have plenty I could have lent you. You really didn’t need to… you didn’t need to find a small workshop to copy a YB design! That’s YB we’re talking about! If you’re involved in a YB plagiarism case, you could… you could be arrested!”
“Serena, you should take that dress off right now…”
As she spoke, she fought to suppress the smirk threatening to form on her lips and reached out to pull at Serena’s gown.
A flash of vicious cruelty crossed her eyes.
She was going to rip Serena's dress off in public, to humiliate Serena in front of everyone…
Then she’d see how Serena could use that face of hers to seduce top-tier wealthy men!
However, Serena gave her no such opportunity.
Just as Hailey reached out, Serena’s long, dark lashes lowered, her cool, bright eyes looking at Hailey with a mixture of mockery and amusement.
The corner of her lip suddenly curled up.
Her pale, slender hand flashed before Hailey’s eyes.
*Crack!*
The slap was deafening.
The sharp sound made even the onlookers flinch, wincing in sympathetic second-hand pain.
Hailey shrieked in pain.
Then: *Crack!*
Another slap landed.
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