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    “Get lost.”


    The man’s features erupted into victorious satisfaction as he gazed at Adah.


    “You heard that? Mr. Shaw ordered you to vanish. So scram!”


    An refused to acknowledge Adah’s presence with even a nce. Instead, he imprisoned the man within his cial stare.


    “My words were directed toward you.”


    An’s statementnded like a thunderp, leaving the couple frozen in disbelief. They just couldn’t wrap their heads around it. Why hadn’t An pushed this ugly hick away? Why had he, instead, told them to leave?


    Adah shot the couple a triumphant look.


    “Told you An was my fiancé, but you didn’t believe me. Time to face the music. Start the live stream—I want to watch you eat your words. Literally.”


    The couple looked as if they’d been electrocuted. Their eyes flicked from Adah’s far-from-attractive face to An’s chiseled features. One thought echoed loudly in their confused minds: Why did the Four Golden Bachelors of Ublento have a thing for ugly women?


    First, there was Cole, who’d married the dull-faced Elliana and treated her like a queen. Even after they split, he’d sent her expensive gifts, practically begging for a second chance. And now here was An, confidently showing off his less-than-morous fiancée. It just didn’t make sense. In a world full of stunning women, why were these powerful men choosing women who looked so average? Were they out of their minds? Or was it just some bizarre kink?


    Suddenly, Adah swung her arm and smacked the man across the face.


    “If you won’t eat shit as you imed earlier, then how about a fist sandwich, you sleaze?”


    She didn’t hold back. Her handnded on the man’s face again and again until his skin began to puff and redden.


    The man stood there, stunned, too terrified to hit back. After all, this was An’s fiancée. No one in their right mind would dare retaliate. Hispanion quickly stepped aside, putting distance between them to avoid getting caught in the storm.


    An, meanwhile, was still trying to make sense of it all. It was just a couple kissing in public—nothing that required intervention. Any reasonable person would’ve simply looked the other way. But Adah had stormed in like it was her personal duty to interfere—and even struck the man. Did she really see herself as some kind of moral crusader?


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    Just then, a woman in an elegant designer outfit stormed forward, her face burning with fury. Without saying a word, she grabbed the man’spanion by the hair and began hitting her with unrestrained anger.


    “You filthy tramp!” she screamed. “While I was at home, pregnant and raising my kids, you were out seducing my husband and blowing his money? You think I wouldn’t find out?”


    “I’ll end you today!”


    The mistress screamed,pletely overwhelmed, unable to break free.


    The wife was ruthless. The more the mistress cried, the more vicious her blows became. It wasn’t long before streaks of blood ran down the mistress’s temple. It was a familiar scene—wife against the shameless other woman—unfolding like a cruel y. Onlookers gathered around, watching in silence, their faces curious, almost entertained. Not a single one stepped in to stop it.


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