In front of others, she was always the star of the show, used to having everyone dance to her tune. Whatever she wanted, she got, no questions asked. Thanks to Charles, nobody dared to cross her. So when she spoke, it was often with a smug confidence, as if she owned the ce. She figured that wherever she went, people should bow down and cater to her every whim.


    But Dahlia hadn''t anticipated running into someone who wasn''t about to back down. If it had been anyone else, the aura of wealth and authority she''d built up over the past couple of years might have scared them off. But she had picked a fight with someone who, since childhood, had been bullied for her strong body odor. And this woman never took it lying down. From being the bullied to bing the bully, she had learned to stand her ground. Nobody dared mess with her anymore.


    The thing she loathed most was anyone mentioning her scent. So, almost as soon as Dahlia opened her mouth, the womanshed out, kicking Dahlia''s wheelchair. Dahlia lost her bnce and ended up sprawled out awkwardly on the floor.


    "You know who I am! How dare you treat me like this! Just you wait!" Dahlia, already fuming, shot a venomous look at the bold woman. She was about to call for backup, but the woman was quicker,nding a sharp p across her face. The woman''s strength was leagues beyond that of a sickly Evelyn, and with that p, the taste of blood flooded Dahlia''s mouth.


    Furious, Dahlia raised her hand to strike back. Who did this woman think she was, daring to hit her? But as Dahlia lifted her hand, the woman seized it, delivering several more ps that left Dahlia dazed. Her face was swollen and red, with blood trickling from her mouth.


    Paralyzed with fear, Dahlia opened her mouth to call for help again. But before she could make a sound, a stinky cloth was shoved into her mouth, silencing her. Dahlia''s eyes widened in horror as a wave of nausea washed over her. The woman wasn''t about to let her remove it, twisting her arms behind her back and signaling another woman to tie Dahlia''s hands.


    Dahlia''s muffled cries of "mmph, mmph" went unheard by the three women in the room. The woman Dahlia had insulted grabbed her hair and dragged her further inside. Dahlia, like a ragdoll, was pulled to the back where the bathroom was. A foul stench hit her like a wall. Even before reaching it, Dahlia could hardly bear it. Her legs were useless for kicking, so she writhed, mumbling, "mmph... no... don''t..."


    But the woman was strong, and Dahlia''s struggles were no match. In the chaos, Dahlia identally knocked her elbow against the toilet. The quick-thinking woman managed to steady her, but a bit of liquid sshed onto the floor. ring at the mess, the woman grew even angrier and dragged Dahlia over it. Dahlia''s hands pressed into the muck, soaking her clothes. The stench was overwhelming, and she couldn''t hold back a loud retch.