After the Affair: Falling into a Billionaire's Arms Chapter 61

At that moment in the mansion, all eyes were fixed on George and Louisa.

Someone cried out, "Blood! Blood! There's so much blood!"

George looked down and realized his fingers were covered in blood. Louisa's slender arm was almost completely stained red.

His pupils dilated in shock, panic flooding through him as he stared at Louisa's face in disbelief. "You..." 

What was happening? He wanted to ask, but his voice trembled violently.

Someone from the crowd shouted, "Mr. Capulet, let go of her hand immediately!"

George snapped back to reality and released her immediately.

But Louisa remained eerily calm throughout, as if the injured wrist wasn't hers, as if the blood wasn't flowing from her own body. She felt no pain, only staring at him with a terrifyingly cold gaze.

Finally, she said, "George, let's divorce."

"No! Impossible! I told you we will never divorce!" he fiercely countered.

Louisa didn't respond, only looking at him with resolute determination. By this day, this moment, no one could stop her anymore.

The onlookers remained silent, watching the scene unfold. The Price family, having been humiliated enough for one day, prepared to leave with Vivian.

Unexpectedly, the dazed Vivian suddenly came to her senses. She broke free from her family's grasp and rushed toward Louisa and George.

"George, you have to divorce her! She's tainted! She slept with five men at once—she's completely ruined!"

Then she turned to Louisa, screaming like a madwoman, "You filthy slut! After having sex with all those men last night, why didn't they finish you off? Why don't you just die? Die! Die!"

She lunged forward and shoved Louisa hard. Caught off guard, Louisa stumbled backward.

George couldn't intervene in time and shouted, "Louisa!"

Just as she was about to fall, the expected pain never came. Louisa had collided with someone who steadied her with a hand on her shoulder.

She turned to look, and she met Jilian's deep eyes.

People around them gasped, "Mr. Tudor! It's Mr. Tudor!"

Many were confused, asking reflexively, "Which Mr. Tudor?"

"Which one do you think? The head of the Tudor Group!"

The typically reclusive Julian, who never appeared at public events, had gracefully entered everyone's view. 

His tall, elegant figure, flawlessly handsome features, and commanding aura captivated the room.

His every movement struck the hearts of all women present, who squealed in delight. The men were equally excited, rushing to acknowledge him.

"Mr. Tudor!" "Mr. Tudor!" "Mr. Tudor!" Respectful greetings echoed throughout the venue.

Everyone considered it an honor to associate with the Tudor Group. Yet Julian seemed indifferent to it all. He merely nodded in acknowledgment.

He turned to Louisa and asked calmly, "Are you alright?"

The crowd was even more shocked. Had this powerful figure appeared specifically for Louisa? It seemed impossible.

Regardless, Julian's appearance was the climax of the evening. The drama had become truly spectacular.

The only person who looked displeased was George. He hadn't yet recovered from Louisa's divorce declaration when Julian appeared. His mind raced with questions about their relationship.

Only Vivian remained oblivious to the shift in the room's dynamics. She clutched George's arm. "George, Louisa isn't worthy of you anymore!

"She had sex with five men in one night—five perverts, all sick, and one even has AIDS! She's completely filthy now, totally ruined! You can't be with her!"

Vivian screamed in rage. Jealousy had clouded her judgment completely. She had no idea what she was saying—her only thought was to destroy Louisa.

The crowd was stunned by her words. Sex with five men simultaneously? Was this real? So not only was the husband unfaithful, but the wife was promiscuous too?

Vivian's outburst shifted the mood again. People looked at Louisa with disgust, as if she were something contaminated. To avoid potential infection, everyone moved far away from her.

Only Julian didn't move. George didn't either, still processing this shocking revelation.

Louisa remained composed, giving Vivian a mocking smile as she slowly approached her. "I had sex with five men? How would you know that?"

Vivian was suddenly speechless. The crowd had a moment of realization—yes, how did Vivian know?

The only informed person should have been Hazel, whose face had turned deathly pale.

By now, Louisa had reached Vivian and looked at her like she was an idiot. "Since you've brought it up yourself, let's settle this account!"

She gave a cold laugh, glancing at the Price family, then the crowd, then Vivian.

Finally, her gaze settled on Hazel's ashen face. "So this is the Price family daughter. This is the perfect daughter-in-law Ms. Gray carefully selected.

"A noble young lady who can commit evil with you, commit crimes with you, and go to prison with you. Excellent taste."

Her words dripped with sarcasm, delivered with a smile but laced with frost. Hazel couldn't speak.

Seeing her speechlessness, the crowd understood. "So everything Ms. Forbes said was true. Mrs. Hazel Capulet and Ms. Price conspired together to try to her killed?"

No wonder Louisa crashed the party this way. She wasn't here to cause trouble—she was here for revenge.