Chapter 342
Elara, standing on the stage, was also stunned. Meanwhile, Rosalie’s eyes widened in shock. She raised a trembling hand to touch her face.
When she felt the swelling on her cheek, it was as if thousands of needles, finer than hair, were piercing her skin, threatening to tear it apart.
Only then did Rosalie realize–she had been slapped!
“Why did you hit me?” Rosalie screamed.
Priscilla smiled, the corners of her eyes lifting as her long lashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly about to take flight.
“Not only will I hit you, but I’ll also drill a hole in your head to clear out the sewage coming out of your mouth!” Priscilla stood at nearly 5’8“, and with her six–inch–tall heels, Rosalie looked like a dwarf next to her.
She raised her hand, pointing at Rosalie’s head. But fearing another slap, Rosalie quickly covered her head with her hands.
“Don’t think that just because you don’t say it outright, no one knows what filthy thoughts are in your head! Throwing shade is easy, but spreading rumors about Elara and Mr. White from the Department of Education? It seems the Fisher family doesn’t want to stay in business anymore!”
“I’m not!” Rosalie cried out, only to have her head slapped again by Priscilla.
“Ack!” Rosalie screamed as Priscilla delivered another slap to the other side of her face.
Priscilla’s slaps were brutal. With just two strikes, Rosalie’s cheeks were symmetrically swollen.
“Who are you? I was talking about Elara, so why are you hitting me?” Rosalie shielded her face with her hands, her eyes darting to Priscilla’s face.
Was this woman Desmond’s wife? No, that couldn’t be! She had seen the director’s wife before.
“Stop hitting her!”
The other parents tried to intervene, and Darcie hurried down from the stage.
“How can you be so rude? Why are you hitting someone just because you don’t like what they say?”
Rosalie was, after all, a member of the Fisher family. If Dargie could protect her now, she would become Rosalie’s savior. With this thought, Darcie stepped forward, shielding Rosalie behind her.
Just then, Priscilla’s hand struck Darcie’s face so hard that her head rang like a bell. Elara, still on the stage, reached out to cover Merida’s eyes. Priscilla’s combat skills were truly impressive.
“You’re the dance teacher, Darcie Roman, right?”
On her way to the school, Priscilla had already gathered information about all the teachers.
Darcie’s lip split from the slap, and a trickle of blood ran down her chin. Her face was so swollen that even speaking became difficult.
“Which student’s parent are you?” she managed to ask, but her words were slurred.
Priscilla stood tall and proud, and her demeanor was bold and unapologetic as she announced, “I’m Elara’s parent!
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Rosalie and Darcie stared at the woman in disbelief.
“Ms. Price.” Elara’s voice cut through the tension as she walked over.
The mention of “Ms. Price” sent a shock through Rosalie’s body. “Ms. Price? You’re a Price?”
In the capital, who hadn’t heard of the prestigious Price family?
Alongside Snapp Group, Price Nation was one of the most renowned century–old dynasties. However, during a period of political turmoil, Price Nation and Snapp Group had diverged in their political stances, leading Price Nation to shift its focus overseas.
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Priscilla took the helm of Price Nation, she had mostly stayed abroad, rarely returning home.
Rosalie had grown up hearing stories about Priscilla, who was practically a legend in elite circles and an idol to many.
But while they had heard countless tales about her, few had actually seen her in person. After all, photos couldn’t capture the full presence of the real Priscilla.
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