Chapter 866: 425 Retribution_3 Chapter 866: 425 Retribution_3 Vanessa Aria furrowed her brow, was this Eric Moore unable to understand people?
Outside the door, a waiter passing by with a tray glanced over, struck by the stunning sight of a woman in a red dress.
The woman graced him with a smile and for a mont, it was as if she was the blooming of a thousand flowers, radiant and incredibly beautiful.
The waiter was transfixed, unable to tear his gaze away.
The woman casually took a glass of champagne from the tray and stood in front of the box room’s door.
With her other hand, she idly lifted her long hair, her every movent exuded elegance and allure.
This wasn’t Eric Moore’s room, was it?
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Was this woman with him?
But he rembered the woman Eric Moore had brought was not her, even though she wasn’t as beautiful as the woman standing here.
Just then, the room’s door opened, and a woman stepped out.
Without a word, the woman threw her glass of champagne directly in the face of the woman standing in front of her.
The other woman looked shocked.
Her ticulously applied makeup was ruined by the champagne, her damp hair hung loose, making her look like a bedraggled dog just out of the water.
Before she could react, a slap teetered her, baffling her completely.
The waiter behind her unconsciously touched his cheek, intuiting the painful sensation.
“Only things like you can’t resist seducing n around.
If your mother didn’t teach you how to behave, let do her a favor today.”
The woman’s icy taunting words were like a sharp knife, each one stabbing at the heart.
Vanessa Aria was slapped so hard, she stumbled back and fell into Eric Moore’s arms.
Eric Moore instinctively caught her and gently asked, “Are you okay?”
The woman’s right cheek was rapidly swelling up, making her look quite miserable.
Eric Moore angrily looked up but stopped short as he recognized the woman across.
He stared, entranced, unable to speak for a long ti.
Vanessa Aria grinded her teeth bitterly, as she saw the face in front of her, a deep hatred seeping through her fury.
“Who’s this mad dog barking randomly?
I don’t know you, do not bite randomly.”
All of Eric Moore’s friends had gathered around, hearing the woman’s insult towards Vanessa Aria, implying that she was a mistress?
On seeing the lady in the red dress, their reactions were even more exaggerated than Eric Moore’s.
“So it is you, Romilly Powell, you’ve been hopping onto higher branches, haven’t you?
You’re a shaless woman.
Calling you a bus would be insulting to buses.
You’ve been raised without manners.
Hey, Eric, you’re from a good family, isn’t your taste too unselective?
I must admire you for swallowing anything and everything.”
Vanessa Aria didn’t deserve the na.
Even ntioning it was an insult to Callista.
As soon as she heard the na Romilly Powell, a flash of darkness crossed Vanessa Aria’s eyes, and she unconsciously gripped Eric Moore’s arm, her nails embedding into his flesh.
Eric Moore winced in pain, frowned and shook off her hand, the tenderness from before gone.
“Your na is Romilly Powell?
What the hell is going on?”
Beauty is justice.
The woman across was undeniably beautiful, her every frown and smile captivating.
The words of a beauty should not be doubted.
With a raised eyebrow and hands on her chest, the beautiful woman gave a slight smile, enchanting and alluring in her striking red dress, leaving everyone disoriented.
Then they looked back at Vanessa Aria in her red dress.
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The sa red dress, but the effect was like night and day.
If the woman across was a peony in full bloom, radiating imnse grace and beauty, then the disheveled Vanessa Aria was a re roadside trumpet flower.
She was in the shape of a flower but devoid of any charm, exuding a cheap atmosphere.
Kelly Martinez reveled in Vanessa Aria’s, no, she should call her Romilly Powell now, in her humiliation, but it was not enough yet, far from enough.
Compared to what Callista had to go through, it was nothing.
She suddenly changed her mind.
It was not enough to simply cut the knot; she had enjoyed years of wealth and prosperity; it was ti for her to pay it back gradually.
Now, what does she care about the most?
Of course, her noble status as the lady of The Arias, Granny Aria’s biological daughter, Peter Aria’s twin sister, a privileged identity pursued by many noble daughters and sons in Lostswa.
She decided to tear apart everything she held dear in front of everyone, showing the world her hypocrisy and ugliness.
Callista deserved respect and justice.
Romilly Powell…
how long has it been since she was last called that.
It felt like she had long forgotten about it.
Vanessa Aria’s gaze was sharp, sweeping across the woman across who had mocked her.
“Who the hell are you?.”
Anyone who knew the na Romilly Powell couldn’t be an ordinary person.
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