Chapter: 183

Rachel no longer cared about the cost. All she wanted was to clear her name.

Thus, she quickly approached the woman.

“I didn't do anything. Why did you accuse me of something like that?"

The moment she asked, the woman's expression changed, and suddenly she let out a cry and collapsed to the ground.

Rachel stood still, unable to move.

Randolph came running and shouted, "Why did you shove her?"

Rachel's face grew pale, and she struggled to find any words. "I didn't..."

Her silence only deepened Randolph's frustration.

Thereafter, he reached down and helped the woman to her feet.

Tears ran down the woman's cheeks. "Mrs. Gray, I already told Randolph he didn't need to buy the wine. Why are you still treating me like this?"

Randolph was furious, feeling humiliated by the scene Rachel had caused in front of everyone.

His anger took over, and he lifted his hand, ready to strike her.

Rachel raised her arms, bracing herself to avoid the hit.

ALL of a sudden, a loud sound resonated in the area.

Someone had been struck.

Everyone who heard it was shocked.

ALL eyes turned toward the source of the sound.

Even Randolph looked confused.

He had already stopped himself and decided not to strike Rachel in front of everyone.

He didn't hit her.

In that case, where did that sound come from?

In the distance, a woman was crying, her face buried in her trembling hands.

Across from her stood a man and another woman, their presence looming like shadows.

The trio wore starkly contrasting colors. The man, who had lashed out just now, was clad in sharp blue, his cold demeanor as harsh as his actions. Beside him, the woman in pink clung to his arm, her posture timid yet deliberate. Meanwhile, the woman in white, the one who had been struck, clutched her stinging cheek, her tear-streaked face revealing both pain and disbelief.

Through her choked sobs, she cried out, "You hit me... for a homewrecker !"

The crowd gasped in collective shock, like a ripple across still water.

They hadn't been paying attention until now, but the scene was too compelling to ignore.

Eyes widened, whispers surged-the tension in the air thickened with every second.

Yet, the trio seemed oblivious, lost in their heated turmoil.

The man in blue, his face twisted with anger, barked back, "So what if I hit you? Know your place!"