Margaret, though not seriously hurt, lifted her head to reveal a face smeared with frosting, her once delicate makeup now a chaotic mix of colors like a painter''s palette gone awry. Meanwhile, Mrs. Davis, dismissing Margaret with a flick of her wrist, stormed furiously towards the pregnant Jane.


    Jane had been sitting next to Ste when Mrs. Davis burst in. Catching Margaret''s warning nce, she quickly ducked behind Ste for cover.


    As Mrs. Davis approached, Ste instinctively stood up and asked, "Mrs. Davis, what are you doing..."


    "You little wench, how dare you stand in my way!"


    Fueled by rage and not recognizing Ste-who had spent three months recovering from broken ribs at home-Mrs. Davis mistook her for one of Jane''s aplices.


    Grabbing Ste by the hair and delivering a powerful p, she sent Ste crashing to the ground, her mouth tasting of blood.


    Jane, with nowhere left to hide, let out a terrified scream.


    Lizetta and Ynda, arriving at the scene, witnessed this chaos.


    Lizetta clicked her tongue, thinking, "No wonder Ms. Miller chose Mrs. Davis to do her dirty work. Her impulsive nature is quite effective."


    Although Mrs. Davis''s situation-her husband''s infidelity and being manipted by others elicited some sympathy, the video of Mrs. Davis barging into the dressing room to beat Ynda without a word soured any potential goodwill from Lizetta.


    To her, the scene unfolding before her eyes was somewhat satisfying.


    Ynda, spotting Margaret climbing out from a heap of cake, said with a smirk, "Mrs. Davis is just being misled. I''ll go and vent for her."


    The girls, rushing to help Margaret up, failed to notice Ynda and Lizetta at the doorway.


    "Get up quickly..."


    As Ynda approached, so did Shirley. Ynda, without a second thought, kicked Shirley squarely in the behind.


    The resulting screams andmotion caused Shirley to crash into the three women helping Margaret, sending them all tumbling down again.


    Margaret, just getting back on her feet, was knocked down once more.


    When they finally managed to stand, each was more disheveled than thest.


    Shirley, who had spent a fortune on a couture outfit for fashion week, was devastated. "My dress! Who kicked me?"


    Scanning the room, her gazended on Ynda.


    Shirley, visibly twisted in anger, charged at Ynda, shouting, "Ynda! What are you doing here? It was you, wasn''t it?!"


    As Shirley swung at her, Ynda effortlessly dodged and delivered another kick, adding, "Considerat a free symmetry session, no thanks needed." én.swnovels


    Staggering away, Shirley was caught by her fair-weather friends before she could fall t on her face.


    Margaret, now being helped up and wiping the frosting from her eyes, saw Ynda and was seething with rage.


    After all, Margaret was the heiress of


    Glory Media, blessed with both


    status and beauty. Yet, during a


    blind date, Cassius had bluntly


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    stated his disinterest in her.


    Recalling a drunken encounter with Cassius the previous week, Margaret remembered how she had helped him into her car and driven him home. In his drunken state, Cassius had embraced her, calling her "Yaoyao" and asked why she was ignoring him, why she didn''t want him anymore. Contént belongs to