Chapter 57
That white dress had been the best outfit Elara could wear out at the time.
Niamh called out cheerfully, “Hey, sweetheart, come over and have a drink with us.”
The woman looked terrified, and she was frantically shaking her head. “I–I don’t drink.”
A sneer pressed against the back of Niamh’s throat. She glanced at the men in the room and asked, “So, this is your type, huh? All innocent and harmless? Even I feel like taking pity on her.”
“This little white rabbit is definitely appealing!”
“If Harvey’s interested, we won’t compete with him for her”
Niamh’s grin widened. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart. Sit next to me. I won’t bully you.”
The woman slightly lowered her guard upon hearing that and hesitantly walked toward Niamh
Niamh shoved a glass of liquor into her hand. “Come on, give Mr. Fisher a toast.”
Then, pushing against the woman’s back, she forcefully guided her in front of Harvey. The woman then looked at the man’s cold and distant profile.
She called out trembling as she held the glass out toward him. “M–Mr. Fisher…”
But the moment Harvey got a clear look at her face, a sudden surge of anger ignited in his chest.
This was not her!
What had he been expecting when he saw that white dress?
“Get lost!”
Harvey smacked the glass from her hand, spilling liquor all over her face. The woman screamed in shock.
The entire room fell silent, and the air was thick with tension. None of the men present would offer her help. Tears welled up in her eyes as she sobbed quietly.
Niamh stood up and gently patted her back. “Aw, don’t cry. Don’t cry. It breaks my heart to see you like this! Come on, let me take you outside.”
She then led the woman out of the lounge. They walked toward the restroom, and as they got farther from the noise of the club, the woman gradually calmed down.
“Thank you for getting me out of there. I had no idea what to do… That Mr. Fisher is terrifying. My name is Wendy Madden. What’s yours?”
There was now a trace of warmth in her eyes as she looked at Niamh. Meanwhile, the dim lighting in the hallway cast shadows over the dark emotions rapidly spreading in Niamh’s gaze.
“Oh? You want to be friends with me?”
Wendy nodded. “I think you’re a good person…‘
Before she could finish her sentence, Niamh slapped her across the face.
Wendy was stunned by this, and her ears were ringing from the impact. Through the buzzing, she heard Niamh’s cold, mocking voice, saying, “Do you think you deserve that?”
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Chapter 57
They had reached the restroom by then, and Niamh had chosen her moment well.
With a sudden shove, she sent Wendy stumbling inside. Wearing high heels, Wendy lost her balance and crashed to the floor.
Niamh then lifted her foot and kicked her hard in the stomach. As she saw her own black shoe print staining Wendy’s pristine white dress, a wave of satisfaction washed over her.
“You filthy whore! Do you even know your place?”
“Ack!” Before Wendy could scream, Niamh clamped a hand over her mouth.
She slammed her head against the wall, pinning her there while reaching into her pocket. When she pulled her hand out again, her fingers were fitted with a metal knuckle duster–perfect for beating someone senseless.
The cold metal struck Wendy’s chest and stomach with brutal force.
“Dressing like this, who were you trying to seduce? Pah! Disgusting!”
Niamh even spat in her face.
Once she had vented her anger, she stood up, removed the knuckle duster, and turned on the faucet to rinse her hands.
Wendy, now bruised and battered, curled up on the floor. She was hugging her shoulders as her body trembled uncontrollably.
Niamh dried her hands leisurely and warned her in a casual tone, “If you want to survive in Capitol, you’d better not piss me off.
“The 13 Capiton’s scions are all my brothers. They could make you disappear with just a flick of their fingers.”
