"No wonder,"
Tiffany muttered, her fists clenching tighter as the smile on her lips deepened, as if she had made up her mind about something.
"Mr. Luther is a thousand times the man you are—in character, looks, and status.
Not just Camilla, but any woman would choose him without hesitation.
As for you..."
She paused deliberately before continuing, her voice dripping with disdain.
"You belong in the gutter, living as the two-faced rat you are."
*A rat in the gutter.*
The words struck Antonio like a slap across the face.
His gaze turned icy, his expression hardening into something downright murderous.
But Tiffany wasn't done.
Before Antonio could react, his assistant stepped forward, his face twisted in outrage.
"How dare you speak to Mr. Antonio like that?
You've got a death wish!"
With a scowl, he raised his hand and struck Tiffany hard across the face.
*CRACK—*
The force of the blow sent her reeling.
