Chapter 1959: Slap

Clad in designer attire and heavy makeup, Yuliana, adorned with gold and silver jewelry, exuded an air of opulence. Catching sight of Roxanne, she feigned surprise, then arched an eyebrow, smiling as she approached.

“Isn’t this my dear sister? What a coincidence! Six or seven years, hasn’t it?” Yuliana’s voice held a sarcastic edge.

Roxanne’s expression was impassive. “I heard you were a tour guide in Southeast Aploth. How did you suddenly become part of a wealthy family?”

Peregrine and Linda, beside Roxanne, exchanged surprised glances. Why was Yuliana so arrogant? Roxanne subtly signaled Linda, who quickly led Peregrine and the other executives away.

“How can I compare to you, Roxanne? I never imagined Mr. Farwell would remarry you. You achieved your dream by marrying into wealth. I’m nothing compared to you,” Yuliana sneered.

Before Roxanne could reply, she continued, “Having children has its benefits, doesn't it? A responsible man like Mr. Farwell must have remarried you for the children. I need to follow your lead, Roxanne!”

An angry look crossed Roxanne’s face. With no one else present, she dispensed with courtesy.

“Yuliana, you’re still as sharp-tongued as ever! But your words are futile now. Jealous, are we? So what if I married into wealth? I remind you to check the current market value of the Flora Verba Group. I’m wealthy in my own right! Do you understand?” Roxanne hissed.

Her retort shattered Yuliana’s pretense. Yuliana’s face flushed; she clenched her teeth and glared.

“Don’t get too smug, Roxanne! Life is unpredictable. But one thing’s for sure—in the past, you were nothing but a punching bag for me!”

Yuliana intended to assert her superiority, but Roxanne’s memory was sharp. With a fierce glare, Roxanne slapped Yuliana hard across the face.

Slap!

Yuliana cradled her stinging cheek, seething. “How dare you hit me?”

As she lunged forward, four or five figures surrounded Roxanne—Lucian’s bodyguards, assigned to protect her in public, especially when encountering strangers. Their immediate response to Roxanne’s action was swift and decisive.

Before Yuliana could retaliate, a bodyguard grabbed her wrist, another pinning her to the ground. The scene attracted onlookers.

Humiliated and restrained, Yuliana gritted her teeth. “What do you want? Aren’t you afraid I’ll call the police? Roxanne, I can’t believe you!”

Roxanne looked down at her, icy calm. “Call the police? Go ahead. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day?”

She bent and slapped Yuliana’s other cheek.