The Wrong Woman

Chapter 303

Mila stopped in her tracks. Sally got to her feet and glared at Mila, gritting her teeth as she asked angrily, “Did you say something to Nate? Why has he suddenly decided not to marryi

me?

Mila remained silent. With a deadly stare, Sally emphasized each word, “Was it you? Did you see Nate last night? I’m asking you. Are you mute now?”

“Yes.”

“You bitch. I knew it was you.” Sally’s anger flared, and she raised her hand as if she was going to slap Mila.

Before her hand could land, Phoebe dashed over and grabbed her wrist. A wave of numb pain shot through Sally’s body, and she felt as if her wrist was about to snap. She couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

Sally shook free of Phoebe’s grip and stepped back. Her eyes were watching Phoebe warily as she held her injured wrist. She was confused and slightly frightened as Phoebe, who looked

unexpectedly strong grip.

fragile, had a

behind her and smiled thinly. “Ms. Hoffis, this is a civilized society. Let’s not slap others just because it pleases you. Wound her face, and

but defiant, Sally gritted out, “You!”

glowered at

here!”

“Ms. Hoffis, what can I do

ordered, “Throw

enter Hoffis Manor again.”

and made a phone call. Shortly after, six

nervously, “Mila, what are we going to

Hoffis Manor. She wasn’t

superiority, Sally ordered, “Take them to the police station and charge

guards replied in unison as they marched over to Phoebe. One of the guards approached Phoebe and was sent

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saw the guard writhing on the ground in pain. Phoebe did look

Sally

charged forward. Mila took

Phoebe’s eyes. She clenched her fists and charged at

no fighting skills other than brute strength.