Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 50

She was too arrogant at the moment, probably didn't even notice me standing not far from Paula.

Paula didn't seem angry at all.

Instead, she smiled and said, "Hey, this interview can't go on without you! After all, you're so beautiful, so seductive, so good at attracting people. In this mall, you're one of a kind. If we don't interview you, who else would we interview?"

As soon as Paula said this, Clara and the people around her all had a change in their expressions.

The girl next to Clara immediately cursed angrily, "Where did this crazy woman come from? She's ugly and has such a foul mouth, how dare she say such disgusting things!"

Clara's face turned cold, and she raised her hand to slap Paula, "Bitch, how dare you slander me with your nonsense? If you can't speak properly, I don't mind teaching you a lesson!"

But the next moment, her slap didn't land. Instead, it was intercepted by my hand in mid-air. I slapped her back and then pushed Clara backward. She stumbled and fell to the ground.

The woman next to Clara screamed and immediately went to check on her, "Ms. Simpson, are you okay? Are you two crazy or what? How dare you hit Ms. Simpson? Do you know who she is?"

I ignored the woman's scolding and looked down at the two of them.

Paula, on the other hand, was looking at me with shining eyes, as if seeing this side of me for the first time.

See, no matter what I do, even if I hit someone, Paula's first reaction is to praise me.

I felt both touched and a bit guilty.

Over the years, I've been protected too well. First by my parents, then by Paula, and with Christopher's help, I've always been like a child who hasn't grown up.

Now I've finally grown up, and the cost of this growth has been painful.

But at this moment, I held my head high, ready to face everything bravely.

"Melinda, you're amazing!" Paula gave me a thumbs up.

I raised my eyebrows, feeling a bit proud, "Since we're dealing with a mistress, naturally, it's up to me, the rightful one, to handle it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be satisfying!"

Clara was helped up by the people around her. She looked at me angrily, "I wondered who it was. Turns out it's you, bitch. How dare you hit me? A woman abandoned by a man, you should stay at home and not show your face. How dare you come out?"

She even provocatively looked at the people around her, "Brianna, look at me and Melinda. Who is more beautiful and charming? If you were Lawrence, who would you choose?"

Brianna Stewart, after listening to my and Paula's conversation and hearing Clara's words, seemed to understand the entanglement between me and Clara.

I thought she would immediately answer without any bottom line, "Of course, it's you, Clara."

But to my surprise, Brianna answered, "Ms. Simpson, you have such good looks and family background. Lawrence is a married man, in the end, he's someone else's husband. Why would you want such a man? You have so many suitors, any one of them is better than Lawrence. Why bother?"

Clara didn't expect Brianna to say this and angrily pushed her hand away, "I asked you who Lawrence would choose, not to hear your nonsense. You're my person, how can you speak for others?"

Brianna was pushed away and sighed helplessly, "We're friends, so I'm advising you. You can have any man you want. Lawrence is both bad and stupid. I feel sorry for his wife, she's the most innocent and pitiful one. Let it go."

I felt a bit pleased and couldn't help but laugh.

"See, a bitch does bitchy things. Even people with a bit of a moral compass can't stand it. Clara, I see your friend Brianna has such a high opinion of you because she's your friend. A woman like you is not even as good as the lowest of women because you're morally corrupt and disgusting!"

I sneered.

Clara coldly laughed, "What are you so proud of? A pitiful woman abandoned by a man, what's there to be proud of? Unfortunately, Lawrence now finds you disgusting even to look at, but he's willing to pamper and spoil me."

I had thought about confronting Clara head-on, even considered how to fight, how to pin her down and beat her up, and even imagined the scene of everyone watching.

But when it actually happened, I was still shocked by Clara's shamelessness.

I'm not someone who is good at arguing or cursing, but at this moment, I was really disgusted by Clara. So, in anger, people can unleash their potential.

I pointed at her nose and cursed, "You look well-dressed, but it turns out you're just wearing a human skin. In essence, you're an animal. Only an animal would see a male and want to snatch him away, regardless of whether he has an owner, and randomly go into heat! Does your dad know you're so shameless?"

"Bitch, how dare you curse me like that? Your parents must be blind because your dad Kyle was killed by someone as unfortunate as you."

Clara glared at me, and I could see from her posture that she was about to rush over and hit me.

Clara dared to mention my parents, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I stepped forward and grabbed her hair, slapping her left and right, "Bitch, as a mistress, you dare to mention my parents' names. Since your family didn't teach you well, and you became Lawrence's mistress, how dare you provoke me? Then don't blame me for being rude."

"Ah! Bitch, how dare you hit me? You ugly woman who can't keep Lawrence, you have no charm and can't control Lawrence, yet you dare to hit me. Let go of me."

Clara struggled and tried to hit me back, and we started fighting.

I had just been discharged from the hospital today and hadn't had time to change into nice clothes. I was dressed plainly and looked haggard and thin after being sick, not as glamorous as Clara in her expensive clothes. Some onlookers wanted to intervene.

This was when Paula's role came into play.

She was filming Clara's face with her phone while shouting loudly, "Everyone, look at this woman. She's shameless, seducing my friend's husband, and even sent videos of her sleeping with the bad man to provoke my friend. Now she shows no remorse. Shouldn't such a mistress be beaten?"

As she spoke, she used her other hand to help, either scratching Clara or pinching her in places that couldn't be seen.

I wasn't good at fighting, and my body was weak. Clara, after realizing what was happening, was fierce and hurt me. Fortunately, Paula helped. She gave me a look, and I understood immediately, pinching Clara's soft flesh on her chest from time to time.

"Bitch, your parents didn't teach you well, so I'll help them. You shouldn't touch what doesn't belong to you. If you do, you deserve to be punished by the owner!"

I cursed angrily.

Clara's face twisted in pain, and she grabbed my hair, "What kind of owner are you? Is Lawrence yours? He never was. You don't even know how vigorous he is in bed. What were you doing then? Staying home alone? And you dare say you own him, that you're the owner? If you can't keep him, don't blame Lawrence for climbing into my bed!"