“Don't touch me!”
Janet forcefully shook off the woman's hand, growling coldly, “Who he is has absolutely nothing to do with you. And as for that piece of garbage Kian, I wouldn't take him if you paid me. Just having my name associated with his makes me sick to my stomach.”
“Since you love him so much, you can keep him.”
Janet held her reddened wrist, her eyes blazing with absolute conviction as she declared, “Also, you can go back and tell him this: I will trace the source of that forum post, and I will not let him get away with it.”
The woman was shoved back a step by Janet's resistance, nearly losing her footing.
Fury surged straight to her head.
She took a massive stride forward, raising her hand to slap Janet across the face.
“You dare push me?! I'll kill you today, you little homewrecker!”
Janet instinctively dodged backward, but there was a dining table and a wall right behind her.
Her waist slammed hard against the sharp corner of the table.
In an instant.
A tearing, agonizing pain shot through her bones, hurting so badly she couldn't stand straight.
By the time she snapped back to reality, the woman's palm was already inches from her face.
Janet had no energy left to dodge; she gritted her teeth, bracing for the inevitable strike.
“Hiss—”
The surrounding crowd gasped, frozen in place by the sudden escalation.
If that slap connected, Janet's face would be ruined!
But then again.
If you have the nerve to be a mistress, you have to face the consequences.
Just as everyone thought Janet was definitely about to take a beating.
A large hand, knuckles prominent and veins bulging, suddenly seized the woman's wrist mid-air.
“?”
The woman whipped her head around, only to see a tall, incredibly handsome man staring her down, his dark eyes radiating absolute frost.
“Who the hell are you?”


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