Chapter 502 The Thief Cries Wolf

    Chapter 502 The Thief Cries Wolf

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    On her own, Marilyn–who only knew how to marry into wealth and spend money -was no match for Lily.

    “Bitch!”

    After three sharp ps, Marilyn was nearly hysterical.

    Clutching her swollen face, she red at Lily with venomous hatred, her gaze sharp enough to make one’s scalp prickle.

    “I’m Victor’s savior! I’vein with him, I might even be carrying his child!” she spat. “And you, you filthy slut, dare to hit me? Victor will never forgive you!”

    “Taking without asking is stealing.”

    Lily’s voice was steady and cold, each word like ice. “No matter whose life you saved, no matter who you’ve been with, none of that changes the fact you’re a thief. Put everything down and return what you’ve already taken, or I’ll call the police.”

    At the mention of police, Marilyn’s eyelids twitched.

    But then she remembered–these jewels and clothes had alle from the Luke family. In her mind, they belonged to her too. And Victor would protect his so- called savior. Even if Lily called the police, it would be useless.

    Regaining her arrogance, Marilyn lifted her chin, “These are my family’s things. Why shouldn’t I take them? You whore, you have no right to keep them for yourself.”

    She sneered. “Police? Even if theye, they’ll only put you in your ce.”

    To prove her point, she smugly fastened a diamond watch around her wrist.

    Lily had met many shameless women before–Mathilda, Elsa–but Marilyn’s gall still managed to astound her.

    She could not allow Marilyn to walk away with James’s gifts. Lily stepped forward, reaching for the handbags stuffed with stolen treasures.

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    Marilyn had carefully chosen those jewels and watches, nning to leave Lily only the scraps.

    She had picked out thergest stones, the finest settings. The rest, she would taketer, after she had forced Lily out of the Luke family.

    Now, seeing Lily try to snatch them back, rage red. She raised her hand, aiming a p at Lily’s face.

    But Lily had learned well during the years she’d been bullied by Mathilda and the others.

    When women fought, the key was to seize the hair.

    Before Marilyn’s hand couldnd, Lily caught her wrist with one hand and grabbed her hair with the other, swinging her own hand so that Marilyn’s palm cracked across her own cheek.

    “Ah! You bitch!”

    Humiliated by being forced to p herself, Marilyn snapped. Her features twisted with fury as she tried to retaliate.

    But Lily’s strength outmatched herspletely.

    No matter how Marilyn strained, she couldn’tnd a blow. Lily only tightened her grip on her hair, raining p after p–ten, twelve in a row–until Marilyn’s head spun, her eyes seeing starsi, /iitoo /istunned to fight back.

    When she was satisfied, Lily yanked away the handbags stuffed with jewelry and reached for the diamond nes hanging around Marilyn’s neck.

    “Don’t touch me, you slut!”

    Marilyn screeched, her voice breaking. “These are my bags! My jewels! How dare you take what’s mine?”

    She tried to snatch the bags back, but Lily’s grip was too strong.

    Seeing Lily’s fingers tugging at the prized nes, Marilyn panicked. She shoved

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    herself free and bolted for the door, shrieking.

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    The purple diamond pendant at her throatrger than a pigeon’s egg—was her favorite. She couldn’t let Lily take it.

    Just then, nc descended the stairs with his three sons after finishing a discussion in his study.

    At the sight of Victor, Marilyn’s demeanor transformed. She swallowed her fury, let her face crumple pitifully, and let tears spill like pearls from a broken string.

    “Victor, save me! I just went to see my sister–inw in her room, but she suddenly went mad and attacked me! She pulled my hair, pped me over and over. I barely managed to escape. It hurts so much!”

    iThe /ifour Luke men turned their eyes toward her, their gazes instantly darkening.

    Marilyn’s cheeks bore bright, obvious handprints, her carefully styled hair a tangled mess. She looked like a pitiful victim.

    She expected that her tears would move them, that they would rush tofort her.

    But as she sobbed and stole nces at their faces, she saw no pity.

    Only sharpness. And cold disapproval.