The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 532

Monica deliberately stuck out her foot, and Kali, thrown off balance, stumbled and landed hard on her knees—right in front of Monica.

“Who do you think you are to slander her?” Before Kali could even lift her head, Monica pressed her foot down on Kali’s thigh, pinning her in place, then slapped her across the face—hard.

“You’re nothing but a stray mutt, kicked out by the Glenwood family. You really think you have the right to talk about her? How dare you bark in front of me.”

Monica kept slapping, one blow after another, until Kali’s face was so swollen and bruised it was almost unrecognizable.

It had already been battered earlier by Citrine, but after Monica’s assault, Kali’s face was a grotesque mess.

Monica glanced down, satisfied, a cruel smile tugging at her lips. “Now that’s a better look for you.”

Wade, who’d been sitting off to the side watching the whole thing without a hint of sympathy, sneered, “Spreading rumors about Citrine? You should count yourself lucky I’m a guy. If I weren’t, I’d beat you to a pulp myself.”

Kali clutched her face, both ears ringing, misery flooding her senses.

In that moment, regret stabbed through her—she should never have messed with these two.

They were just as rotten as that bitch Citrine; it was obvious they were all in on it together.

Terrified Monica might start hitting her again, Kali scrambled to her feet and tried to escape.

“Hey. Come back here.” Monica’s voice rang out sharply behind her.

Kali froze mid-step.

“I’m warning you—if you so much as breathe wrong in Citrine’s direction, you’ll regret it,” Monica said, her tone ice-cold.

Kali shuddered, humiliation burning through her. She forced herself not to break down, then bolted from the room.

She didn’t bother staying at the party—she went straight home.

Jeanette hesitated, then shook her head firmly. “No regrets. He’s already got more than enough dirt on him—one more scandal won’t make a difference.”

Kali said nothing more. She opened her laptop and, using a burner account, uploaded the video to Twitter.

When that was done, she pulled up her phone, snapped a few carefully angled shots of her battered face with a beauty filter, and sent them to Quentin.

Kali: “Quentin, look what they did to my face [crying emoji].”

Across town, Quentin was out drinking with friends when her message flashed on his screen. His expression darkened instantly.

Quentin: “Kali, tell me who hurt you. I swear to God, I’ll make them pay.”

Kali: “Quentin, I went to the Watkins family’s charity gala tonight and accidentally offended Citrine Carmichael. You know she’s the CEO of CICI Group now. She was furious, and I couldn’t do anything to stop her.”

Kali: “I’m sorry, Quentin… I shouldn’t have said so much. Just pretend you never heard any of this, okay? Please don’t get on President Carmichael’s bad side because of me.”