Kelly wanted to scream. She wanted to trip Kendall, but instead, her foot was stomped on instead, and the pain was unbearable.

"So, did I break any bones?"

"F*ck off."

"Oh, you're so vulgar. I don't do that. Why don't you call Brian and show me how to… f*ck off."

"Kendall!"

Kendall dug her ears. "I can hear you. You don't have to shout. Don't wanna hurt your vocal cords now. You still wanna moan his name, don't you? Man, I got chills listening to that. No wonder Brian couldn't leave you."

Kelly's face fell. "What did she tell you?"

"Weren't you listening? She called you a whore, a harlot, and a slut," said Kendall innocently. "Please stop asking. I don't want to call you any more names. You know what you did. Oh, I know we've had our differences, but a friendly reminder: don't move too much, or your precious baby might… disappear. It's starting to move, isn't it? Poor thing. Take care. You don't want to kill it." And then Kendall left, humming happily.

Kelly almost had a heart attack just from that confrontation alone. She gave that recording to Jacqueline just to spite her. And then she sent it to the Sullivans to break Dulcie and Brian up.


If Dulcie still would stay with Brian after listening to the recording of their… mating session, she would be a repeat of Krystal. Don't blame me if you find your boyfriend cheating on you. After that encounter, Kelly lost all mood to work. She came back to her office and looked at the company entrance through her binoculars. Good. Yasmine isn't there. She called her father and got the rest of the day off, and then she went home.

Rosemi was still waiting for her. Kelly had been acting like a nice daughter in front of the Parkers so she would find out when they would go on a trip. Better if she could find out if they were going in the same car. Then she could tell Rosemi to arrange the car crash. Rosemi despised Kendall. If she had a chance, she would destroy the Parkers even if it cost her her life. And if the Parkers died, the company would belong to Kelly alone.

Charlotte was at home when Kelly came back. Kelly was surprised. Charlotte would either go to the salon or hot spring whenever Adam and Kelly went to work. That, or she would ask her friends out on a vacation. Rich wives. Their lives were always nice. And now Charlotte was famous among the ladies of Orapolis, and it was all thanks to Kendall. She was the mother of the Colemans' young madam, after all. Everyone wanted to be her sycophant. Same reason why Parker Corporation was getting more famous in Orapolis.

The company presidents were trying their best to strike a deal with Parker Corporation in case Coleman Empire Holdings and Zorn Holdings went to war. Both were big companies, and if they were to fight, the smaller companies would lose out. A lot of businessmen were wary about investing in Orapolis because of the instability of the business scene.

"Madam, Miss Kelly is back," the servant told Charlotte.

Surprised, Charlotte asked, "Why?"

"I think her leg is hurt."

Charlotte quickly put her recipe book down and approached Kelly. "How did this happen?"

"I'm fine, Mom." Kelly came in with the help of a servant.

"What happened to your leg?" asked Charlotte. "How did it get hurt? Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No," Kelly quickly said. "Kendall stepped on me by accident. Bit of a stomp, and I have a bruise. But I'll be fine. All I need is some salve."

Charlotte told the servant to help her daughter sit down, and she walked with them. "Did you get into a fight with Kendall again? Don't. She's trained in combat. You aren't. And you're pregnant." She is too. I don't want you two to start a fight. What if you girls kill off my grandkids? At least wait until the babies are born.

If this was an imaginary scene where Kendall heard that, she would say, "But my kid isn't even born yet, and you're already taking its side?"

And then Charlotte would say, "My grandchild is lovable. You are not."

And then Kendall would shut up.
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