NovelGoldChapter 195 The rhythmic clacking of high heels against the polished floor was sharp and urgent, like the pounding of an angry drum.
Mrs. Foster, flanked by a group of affluent women, stormed towards Claire. Without a word of explanation, Mrs. Foster raised her hand, aiming to slap Claire.
Claire frowned, bewildered, as she didn't recognize this woman.
Stepping back to dodge the slap, she calmly said, "Ma'am, I think you've got the wrong person." Seeing Claire evade her blow only fueled Mrs. Foster's anger further, contorting her once beautiful face into a mask of fury.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You shameless little harlot," Mrs. Foster spat, her voice dripping with venom. "You must be quite the tease in bed, playing innocent now." The entourage of well-dressed women behind her glared at Claire as if she had seduced their own husbands, their faces twisted in disgust and disdain. Insults flew at her like poison-tipped arrows.
"Just look at her, the little seductress," sneered a woman in a shimmering gold evening gown, her voice sharp and piercing. "Who knows how many beds she's crawled into, flaunting herself like a cheap floozy." Claire was certain they had mistaken her for someone else.
She took a deep breath and tried to reason with them, "I've never done anything like that. You really have the wrong person." "Oh, aren't you quite the actress," another woman with voluminous curls scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. Her jowls quivered with each word. "I've seen your type before, dirty little trollop who can snare a man with just a finger." An overweight woman pushed her way forward, jabbing a pudgy finger near Claire's face, her voice filled with malice.
"Dressed to the nines, all funded by selling yourself, no doubt. You think you're young and pretty, but you're nothing but a used-up tramp." As the insults continued to rain down, sof the women began to shove Claire. Already slight and frail, Claire stumbled under the onslaught, nearly falling.
In that moment, Andie was quick to catch her, steadying her with a firm hand.
He glared at the group, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Back off, all of you. Don't say I didn't warn you-if you don't want your husbands' businesses to go bankrupt, you'd better leave." The wealthy women were there with their husbands, ostensibly to celebrate Mr. Aberdeen's birthday, but really to curry favor with Mrs. Foster. They believed that by ingratiating themselves with the lady of the Foster family, their husbands might get a piece of the lucrative Eastborough Project. Even if they couldn't secure a deal, earning the Foster family's favor could significantly benefit their businesses. Thus, they were eager to play Mrs. Foster's pawns.
Seeing Andie as just an effeminate man, they didn't take his threat seriously.
"Warn us? Who do you think you are? You think you can threaten us?" one woman scoffed.
"A filthy little bed-jumper and a pathetic sissy, birds of a feather flock together. Neither of you is worth anything." The insults grew increasingly vile.
Brian stood nearby, watching with cold detachment.
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Claire had only recently been released from prison, and since then, she had been either with the Linwood family or in the hospital, without any in hospital he opportunity to flirt with men. He knew Claire's character well enough to be sure she wouldn't engage in such behavior. Yet, he made no move to intervene. Claire's stubborn nature needed tempering, and perhaps a little hardship would soften her inflexible resolve.
Meanwhile, Vanessa feigned concern, stepping forward to clasp Mrs.
Foster's hand. XSister, she's my sister Claire. Surely there's smisunderstanding?"
Mrs. Foster's fury only intensified upon learning that the woman who supposedly seduced her husband was her friend's sister. Vanessa often mentioned how her sister bullied her, adding fuel to Mrs. Foster's fire, who already harbored a deep dislike for Claire. Moreover, she knew Andie.
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