“Hah, it seems you’re not only promiscuous but also hard of hearing. I was obviously calling you. Is there another Madelyn around here?”
With a face full of contempt, Beatrice looked at Madelyn. She trusted only what she herself had witnessed.
“Madelyn, if only you had conducted yourself with more decency. If you hadn’t played around with men behind Sebastian’s back and been the subject of unsavory rumors, would I have spoken against you without reason? Everything you do is common knowledge to everyone. Do you really think I’m purposely trying to insult you?” Beatrice said without mincing her words.
At that moment, people all around were covering their mouths, trying to suppress their laughter.
Those few women behind Beatrice, who were probably her friends, all looked at Madelyn with disdain, clearly looking down on her.
“Beatrice, watch your language!”
Madelyn’s eyes widened as a surge of anger coursed through her.
“Base your words on facts. What gives you the right to slander me like this?”
Beatrice suddenly let out a scoff. “Slander? Hilarious. Perhaps you should inquire outside. Everyone knows of your daily flirtations and pursuit of men.”
“This is all nonsense!” Madelyn was so furious that her whole body was trembling.
But after all, this was a public place. It wouldn’t be good to make too much of a scene.
Madelyn took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm. “Beatrice, I can overlook your slander because of the respect I have for Sebastian, but you have to apologize to me right now.”
“Apologize? You should take a good look at yourself first. Who do you think you are? You think you’re worthy of an apology from me?” Beatrice sneered, rolling her eyes dismissively.
She then crossed her arms over her chest, continuing her mockery with an air of arrogance.
“Madelyn, do you really believe you’re some sort of noble lady? From my perspective, a woman who lacks integrity, flits from one man to another, and wavers in her decisions is simply repulsive. I just don’t understand. What on earth was Sebastian thinking? He actually fell for someone as promiscuous as you! You, of all people, are from a prestigious family. How could your reputation outside be so tarnished? With your faded charm and lost grace, you’re absolutely not worthy of Sebastian!”
When Beatrice spoke, her face was full of disgust. She had been harboring a dislike for Madelyn for quite some time now. She thought she might as well let it all out that day.
“Shut up!”
Despite my past rebelliousness and frequent mingling in various social circles, I was merely dabbling in it for fun. I swear to the heavens that I have never been involved in any kind of flirtatious behavior with any man.
This is nothing but a malicious defamation!
Seeing that Madelyn was furious, Beatrice couldn’t help but provoke her. “What’s the matter? Feeling guilty? Angry? But I haven’t even said the worst part yet! You had the audacity to flirt with other men behind Sebastian’s back today. Who knows what unspeakable things you’ve done with countless others in secret! What I’ve mentioned is merely the tip of the iceberg of your vile behavior. Why are you still pretending to be virtuous – ah!”
Before she could finish speaking, an unexpected slap struck her, causing her head to jerk to one side.
Madelyn had reached her limit. “Beatrice, I’m your cousin-in-law. I’m respecting you by not arguing with you. Mind your words when you speak to me!”
A buzzing sound echoed in Beatrice’s ears, and she turned her head in disbelief.
“Madelyn, did you just hit me?” Beatrice cast a piercing gaze at Madelyn.
“A lady of your stature, speaking so indecently! Don’t you think you deserve a slap?” Madelyn retorted without the slightest bit of courtesy.
However, even though Madelyn was notoriously willful, Beatrice was not someone to be taken lightly either.
Upon hearing these words, Beatrice instantly lost her cool.
“Since young, no one has ever dared to lay a hand on me. Madelyn, you actually had the audacity to hit me. You’re courting death!”
After she finished speaking, she instantly rushed forward, seizing Madelyn’s hair.
Madelyn leaned back, wincing from the pain on her scalp. In response, she swiftly reached out, fiercely grabbing a handful of Beatrice’s hair.
“Beatrice, let go of me!” Madelyn demanded.
Beatrice gritted her teeth. “I won’t let you off easily!”
The two pulled at each other’s hair, their faces contorted in pain, yet neither was willing to let go.
The people around were initially startled by this spectacle. However, soon after, they found it thoroughly intriguing.
It wasn’t the first time they had seen women fighting, but when two heiresses from prestigious families threw punches, it certainly caused a spectacle.
At that moment, the two were evenly matched, neither conceding defeat to the other. One could even say that Madelyn had gained the upper hand, as Beatrice’s face had visibly turned red.
A few young ladies instantly understood what was happening. Without another word, they rolled up their sleeves and rushed forward.
A battle between women had thus begun. A group of people were tangled up together, creating an utterly chaotic scene.
The women’s curses and screams filled the air, incessantly piercing the silence. It was hard to believe that these women were actually a group of wealthy heiresses.
In just a short while, they all succumbed to a frenzy. Every single one of them had hair that was a complete mess, looking utterly disheveled. Beatrice’s clothes were torn to shreds, and it was unclear who was responsible.
The people around were watching with keen interest, all the while discussing it animatedly.
“Ms. Thornton is so strong.”
“Yeah, she’s taking on so many people single-handedly without showing a hint of fear. Impressive.”
At that moment, Madelyn was outnumbered. She decided to vent her frustration by giving Beatrice a good thrashing.
“Ladies, get her!” Beatrice was wailing in pain from being hit, and she incited her friends to gang up on Madelyn.
At first, Madelyn managed to cope, but as the crowd grew, amidst the pushing and shouting, she increasingly found it difficult to handle.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her arm. Madelyn couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan, clutching her arm. Oh, God. It can’t possibly be dislocated, can it?
However, she didn’t let out a cry. She merely endured the pain, slowly squatting down, her complexion gradually turning ashen.
Beatrice thought that Madelyn was outnumbered and had lost her strength from the beating, so she became even more energized.
“Ladies, let’s move!” Beatrice and a few of her friends surrounded Madelyn, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks.
At that moment, upon being summoned by the security guard, the club manager hurriedly rushed and saw the chaotic scene.
It would be fine if it was an ordinary fight. But the manager clearly recognized the one at the center of the crowd. Isn’t that Ms. Thornton who was just here a moment ago?