CHAPTER 17: CHAPTER 17: YOU HIT ME?

"You hit me?"

Joelle Quinn clutched her face, tears instantly welling up in her eyes, and frantically lunged at Stella Lynch.

"Get someone here quickly! Kick them out!"

Beatrice Sullivan quickly grabbed her, afraid her daughter would suffer further.

Stella Lynch had strength that rivaled any man’s, Joelle was no match for her.

The bodyguards outside quickly came in, about four or five of them, and immediately moved to grab Stella Lynch and Liam Lynch.

Stella was already annoyed by the mother and daughter’s attitude, and now being grabbed, she struggled even more angrily, actually shaking off the men for a moment.

"Beatrice Sullivan, what is this supposed to mean?! I’ve watched Grace Lynch grow up, and now she’s married into the Quinton Family, Eleanor is Nathaniel’s ex-wife, and I’m Eleanor and Grace’s aunt, so we are related by blood in some way. Is this how you city folks treat your relatives?!"

Stella was furious, but the men quickly surrounded her again, binding her tightly.

In terms of tactics, Beatrice Sullivan might easily outdo Stella Lynch, but when it came to reasoning, she was at a disadvantage.

After all, there’s no reasoning with a shrew.

Beatrice Sullivan, who hadn’t been genuinely angry in a long time, was truly furious and immediately took out her phone to call the police.

Liam Lynch, seeing things escalating to this point, was a bit anxious, "Beatrice, let’s talk this over calmly, it was indeed wrong for Stella to hit you, I apologize on her behalf."

He wanted to ease the tension among them, not to let them actually take them to the police station.

"Who the hell do you think you are?! To call my mom Beatrice?!"

Joelle, seeing the two being subdued, cursed angrily, walked over to Stella, and slapped her twice.

"No one has ever dared slap me! You vile woman!"

Stella was dumbfounded, she had actually been slapped by a girl? If word of this got back to the countryside, how would she live!

Besides, Joelle should technically be her junior, how dare she raise a hand!

"Pfft! Seems like there’s no decent person in the Quinton Family! Joelle Quinn, I am your elder! How dare you slap me, did all your education go down the drain?!"

Joelle was at a loss for words, her face turning pale with anger, but fortunately, the police arrived in time to cuff the duo’s wrists.

"Let us go! We haven’t broken any laws!!"

Stella Lynch and Liam Lynch had never seen such a scene, in their neck of the woods, getting caught by the police would ruin their reputation, so they’d rather die than go to the station, directly lying on the floor.

The fine carpet was dirtied black, and the leather sofa had several scratch marks.

Beatrice Sullivan shook with anger, instructing her family’s bodyguards to cooperate with the police, finally getting the two freeloaders out.

"Throw out this carpet and sofa! Wash every place they stepped on for me! So unlucky!"

She said with a grim face, noticing Joelle’s face already swelling, her heart ached as she quickly took out the first-aid kit to apply medicine on her.

"Mom, why do you think they came to the Quinton Family, could it be that b*tch Eleanor Hollis who did it?"

Eleanor Hollis had always been meek during her five years in the Quinton Family, like a clay figurine, allowing them to mold her at will.

Since the divorce, she seemed to have instantly become tougher.

"I will make those two go to jail, whether Eleanor put them up to it, I will have someone investigate. Joelle, let’s treat your face first."

Beatrice Sullivan said with a pained heart, seeing those five fingerprints, her disgust for the two of them deepening even more.