CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 102: HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER?

Stella suddenly laughed and slowly stood up straight.

"Yes, we can’t charge you with any crime, but—"

"We can deal with you right now!" Vivi Sterling snapped back fiercely, clenching her fists with a cracking sound.

Before she even finished speaking, Vivi had already started to act!

She grabbed Corinne Kensington’s hair and slapped her hard on both sides of her face, making a resounding "smack".

Corinne was dazed from the blows and screamed.

"How dare you hit me!"

Any image of a socialite was thrown completely out the window at this moment.

She lunged forward, claws bared, and the three women were instantly entangled in a fight.

In the apartment living room, purses were scattered on the floor, and a high heel was kicked off, the scene was quite spectacular.

Amidst the chaos, Corinne’s nails viciously scratched across Stella’s forehead, leaving a bloody mark instantly and blood gushing out.

It’s quite serious.

"Stella!"

Seeing the blood, Vivi’s eyes turned red, and she was completely infuriated.

She went berserk and directly pinned Corinne on the sofa, straddling her, slapping her like raindrops.

"How dare you scratch her! How dare you! You shameless woman, you dare to act tough in front of me?"

"Ah! Maniacs! You’re all maniacs! Help!" Corinne wailed with regret for not bringing her bodyguard.

She had no idea this woman had such strong fighting skills!

Fortunately, Stella pulled Vivi away in time, "Vivi, stop."

If they continued, Corinne might actually be knocked out.

Vivi panted heavily, her chest heaving, but still was pulled away by Stella.

She shook her numb hand, grabbed the phone on the coffee table, and quickly dialed a number.

"Andy! Stella got bullied! That bitch Corinne disfigured her! Get here quickly! We’re at the apartment!"

After hanging up, she swiped her finger and dialed another number.

"Aiden Fordham! Your precious little Lotus Spirit hit Stella! Her face is ruined, get over here and pay for medical expenses!"

Corinne lay disheveled on the sofa, blood at the corner of her mouth, completely stunned by Vivi’s actions.

She expected reinforcements, but instead, she was helping call for reinforcements for them?

What kind of divine tactic is this?

Fordham Group’s top floor office.

Keegan Lindsey hung up the phone, sweat beading at his temples, and hurriedly walked into the CEO’s office.

"President Fordham, Mrs. Fordham and Miss Kensington got into a fight at the apartment. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Aiden Fordham was reviewing documents, and he didn’t even lift his eyes as he coldly replied.

"Ignore her!"

"From now on, she is no longer Mrs. Fordham."

Keegan swallowed tightly, not daring to say another word, quickly acknowledging and swiftly retreating.

It seems the CEO is adamant this time! Actually, he even ignored Miss Kensington, that’s something you don’t see every day!

In the apartment.

Soon, the door was pushed open violently.

Andy Lockwood entered, exuding a chill, striding in.

His gaze swept across the messy living room, and when he saw the striking bloodstain on Stella’s forehead, the air pressure around him instantly plummeted to freezing point.

His deep eyes surged with terrifying anger, as if he wanted to devour someone whole.

He simply gave a glance.

The two black-suited bodyguards flanking him immediately understood, stepped forward, and lifted the limp Corinne from the sofa.

"From now on, this woman is not allowed near this apartment by a single step."

Andy’s voice carried no warmth.

Corinne screamed and struggled, but was ruthlessly dragged away by the bodyguards, leaving a disgraceful sight.

"Andy, they started it first, look at how I ended up like this?"

Corinne still dared to complain in front of him?

Andy briskly approached Stella, carefully taking out disinfectant and cotton swabs from a first aid kit.

He knelt down on one knee and gently tended to her forehead wound.

As the disinfectant touched the wound, Stella winced in pain, sucking in a breath.

Vivi Sterling stood by, her eyes rimmed red, her voice tinged with sobs.

"Stella, it must hurt a lot... It’s all my fault, I didn’t protect you well, I’m so useless, how could I let you bleed?"

Stella watched her exaggerated performance, unable to resist the twitch at the corner of her mouth, almost wanting to laugh.

She shook her head, her voice calm, "It’s not your fault. It doesn’t hurt."

"It’s all my fault!" Vivi immediately took over the conversation, seething with indignation, "No, it’s all Aiden Fordham’s fault for being blind! Always spoiling Corinne, letting her run rampant, now she’s actually daring to come and hit someone!"

She inspected Stella’s forehead, utterly terrified.

"Thankfully, it’s just the forehead, not that pretty face of yours! She almost took a fruit knife! If she had actually cut your face..."

A glittering tear slid down Vivi’s cheek.

Stella raised her hand, gently patting Vivi’s hand, her tone still calm.

"Don’t be upset, it’s just a minor injury, it’ll be fine in a couple of days, a band-aid won’t diminish my beauty, right?"

She turned to Andy, trying to muster a comforting smile. "Senior, I’m fine, no need to worry. Corinne can’t do anything to me, next time, I won’t let her in, or... I’ll take another route when I see her."

Andy’s brows knitted tighter, his anger surging.

"What is she? Why should you avoid her?"

He then took a deep breath, struggling to suppress his inner rage, his tone softening yet still undeniably assertive.

"Get some rest, I’ll come back to see you later."

With that, he stormed out, leaving a trail of anger behind.

Vivi watched Andy’s departing figure, turned to Stella, and playfully winked, a smug smile appearing on her face.

Honestly, the Oscars owe them a statuette!

Alright, the fish has taken the bait!

...

In the dimly lit room of the clubhouse, the air was so tense it seemed as though it could drip.

Andy’s gaze was like ice, fixating on Corinne.

He approached her step by step, his towering height casting a shadow that almost completely enveloped Corinne.

"Did I ever say," his voice was low yet carried an undeniable oppressiveness, "that no matter what you do, I may turn a blind eye, but you actually dared to hurt her?"

Before his words even settled, Andy’s hand had already quickly grasped Corinne’s throat.

The force was so great that Corinne’s face turned crimson instantly.

"Ugh..." she made a beast-like guttural sound, her hands futilely slapping Andy’s solid arms, "It was her... she started it first..."

The air became increasingly scarce, the shadow of death descended.

Andy watched her face writhe in pain due to the lack of oxygen; just a little more strength, and she would cease to exist in this world.

However, that’s not an option.

This chess piece, he cannot discard yet.

He needs Aiden Fordham to continue to suffer.

Thinking of this, Andy’s gaze darkened even further, and he forcefully released her.

Corinne was tossed onto the cold floor like a ragdoll, making a dull thud.

"Cough cough..." she curled up on the floor, greedily inhaling the air, her throat burning.

Andy looked down at her coldly, his gaze exuding a blatant threat.

"If you ever dare harm a hair on her head again, I’ll chop off your hands. You know, I’m a man of my word!"

Corinne lay on the floor, an embarrassing sight.

The initial fear, after her violent coughing and the sensation of suffocation, strangely transformed into a surge of intense hatred.

She propped herself up with the cold ground, slowly raising her body, her hair clinging messily to her sweat-dampened cheeks.

Suddenly, she burst into laughter!

The laughter was sharp, filled with a do-or-die madness.