Chapter 15

“Wilson Farrell, you’re despicable!” Daphne restrained the urge to lash out physically. She knew he wouldn't hesitate if provoked. She couldn't push him further; she still lacked the power to protect her family.

At least she had the recording. Once edited, it would be enough to clear her name. Soon, these two vile people would face public backlash.

Daphne had no desire to waste more time with Wilson. She turned to leave with a cold scoff.

Just as she opened the door, a hand blocked her path.

“Will, since you don’t want her anymore, you wouldn’t mind if I played with her, right?” Ezra drawled, licking his lips. His lecherous gaze swept over Daphne, stripping her with his eyes.

Wilson, who had been wiping Yvonne’s face, paused. He replied indifferently, “Do as you please.”

Daphne’s heart sank.

To be fair, Ezra wasn’t unattractive. His trendy, edgy outfits made him look younger and more fashionable than his peers. Many young ladies would find him appealing. But his notoriously messy personal life disgusted her.

“Get out of my way,” she said, pushing his arm, but he didn’t move.

“Well, well. Our former sister-in-law has some fire,” Ezra said with a mocking smile. His bright pink hair was obnoxiously eye-catching. “Since Will doesn’t want you anymore, why don’t you come with me? I can invest in a film and make you the lead actress.”

Daphne felt bile rise. Then, the others began to jeer.

“Yeah, Mr. Gray knows how to treat women. They say he’s amazing in bed. Daphne, you should give it a try! Hahaha…”

“Daphne, Will’s done with you, and your reputation is ruined. It won’t be easy to find someone. But with Mr. Gray, you’ll at least get resources. What a deal! Hahaha…”

The laughter grew louder, a cacophony of mockery. A surge of rage shot from Daphne’s stomach to her head. Unable to hold back, she spun around and shouted at Wilson, “Wilson Farrell, control your dog!”

“Who are you calling a dog, you ungrateful bitch!” Ezra snapped.

His face twisted in anger, and he raised his hand to slap her. “You shameless tramp! Will doesn’t want you, and you chased him here. Yet you’re acting high and mighty. You should be grateful I’m even looking at you. Don’t disrespect me!”

As Ezra’s hand came down, Daphne struck his face with a sharp slap. The sound echoed, and everyone froze. They were stunned she had dared to hit him.

“You slut! How dare you hit me?” Ezra erupted in rage and lunged at her.

“Get that nonsense out of your mouth! Of all the vile people here, none match your level of filth!” Daphne retorted, spitting in his face.

The crowd was shocked and tried to restrain Ezra. Fearful of his fury, they urged him, “Mr. Gray, she’s not worth it. Let someone else deal with her. No need to dirty your hands.”

Seeing Ezra’s rage, Daphne sneered. “Ezra, isn’t your family chasing that big government project? What do you think will happen if word gets out you’ve impregnated a few internet celebrities and actresses? Think that deal will still go through?”

“You wretched woman! I’ll kill you!” Ezra roared, desperate to break free.

As Ezra shoved the others aside, Wilson shifted. He was about to speak when a drawling voice came from the hallway:

“Put your hands down—now.”

Daphne had been bracing for Ezra’s assault when the familiar voice made her pause. Sebastian appeared, his disheveled hair looking like a bird’s nest. His strikingly beautiful face carried an irritated expression. He was clearly unhappy about being woken.

Yawning repeatedly, he stepped out in puppy-print pajamas that clashed absurdly with the club’s lavish decor. He scratched his ear lazily, looking around with thinly veiled annoyance. “Why are you people making all this noise in a public space? Don’t you have any sense of decency?”

Daphne was surprised. She knew the club had rest areas, but she hadn’t expected Sebastian to choose it over his multimillion-dollar mansion. No wonder he sounded groggy when she called him earlier.

“Sebastian!” she called out, her voice tinged with relief and delight.

Sebastian waved her over. “Come here.”

Ezra’s face twitched. Though wary of Sebastian’s status, he glanced at Wilson for reassurance and snapped back, “Sebastian, this is none of your business. Stay out of it!”

Sebastian smirked, shuffling forward in his slippers. “And what if I insist on getting involved?”

Ezra raised his voice. “What’s Daphne to you? Is she worth offending the Gray family over?”

Wilson slowly emerged. His dark eyes clouded as he glanced between them.

“Mr. Turner, is meddling in other people’s private affairs a new hobby?” Wilson asked.

“Private affairs? Is there anything private about this?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow and glanced at Daphne. His dark eyes sparkled mischievously. “If I’m not mistaken, you two are already divorced, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely right!” Daphne quickly stepped behind Sebastian, using him as a shield. “We’re just waiting for the cooling-off period to end and to finalize the paperwork.”

Ezra was humiliated and seething. “Daphne, don’t think Sebastian’s protection means I won’t touch you. Just you wait! If I get the chance, I’ll make you pay!”

Daphne ignored Ezra’s rage, but as she was about to speak, her eyes met Wilson’s icy gaze. He stared at her, his expression frozen in cold disdain. “It seems Yvonne wasn’t lying about you.”

Yvonne, having composed herself and walked out, caught his words. A victorious smile spread across her lips. “Exactly. Will, you don’t owe her anything, and there’s no need to compensate her. In my opinion, she should leave with nothing.”

“You’re right,” Wilson replied nonchalantly, draping his arm over Yvonne’s shoulders.

Daphne’s expression darkened. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you planning to backtrack on the property division?”

Before she could press him further, Wilson made it clear he had no intention of continuing. “Let’s go back inside and keep playing.”

“Wilson Farrell! Stop right there! If you dare go back on the deal, then get ready for your little mistress to keep being known as just that—a mistress!”

Sebastian gently tugged her arm. “Don’t go after him. There are too many of them in there, and you’ll only end up at a disadvantage.”

Daphne took a deep breath. Sebastian was right. After her altercation with Ezra, heading back in would only end badly for her.

That damned Wilson Farrell! He dared to mess with her assets and still wanted to divorce her and elevate his mistress? He should be ready for the fallout!

“Thank you for what you did earlier,” Daphne said, turning to Sebastian. Her hair was disheveled.

Sebastian reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “What’s there to thank me for, my future wife?”