Crash!
Gasps erupted from the guests as the magnificent cake toppled over.
Frosting mixed with shards of wine glasses scattered across the floor.
Sophia turned at the commotion.
When she saw the mess, her smile froze instantly.
“Ramona!”
She stormed over, grabbing my arm and shrieking, “What are you doing?!”
I “panicked,” eyes wide open, whimpering in fear.
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The Idiot Wife’s Revenge
“Ms. Pretty, it hurts…”
Struggling, I let Sophia “push” me down to the floor.
The next moment, my flailing hand landed squarely on a shard of glass.
A sharp pain stabbed through my palm.
Blood welled up, staining my white tulle dress.
“Ah–blood!”
A female guest screamed.
Maverick, just back from a phone call, saw me sitting on the floor, bleeding and crying
helplessly.
His expression changed in an instant–he rushed over.
“Sophia! Why did you push her?”
Sophia was stunned by Maverick’s shout.
Her face went pale as she tried to defend herself, “I didn’t mean to, Mav, she was the one who
‘Enough!”
Maverick cut her off sharply.
He scooped me up in his arms, ignoring the curious stares all around, and started to head for
the exit.
‘Mav, stop!
‘The doctor’s on the way. Let me have someone take Mona downstairs to clean up her wound
first.”
Larry’s face was thunderous as he called out to Maverick.
He signaled to the bodyguards nearby.
Two of them stepped forward to block Maverick’s path.
“Mr. Clinton, let us take Ms. Rinehart-
“Get out of my way.”
Maverick’s eyes flashed with anger as he glared at Larry.
