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“You… What a shrew! How dare you hurt Ms. Aguirre!” Drake gawked. at Synthia in horror.
He thought, “This woman’s crazy!
“She actually hurt Ms. Aguirre right in front of Mr. Raymond?”
As he said, he was about to help Joslyn up but froze in his chair under Synthia’s terrifying gaze.
Synthia was so bold.
The scene fell into eerie silence once again.
“Dr. Duffy, are you still mad about what happened earlier?” Joslyn started to cry again pitifully. “If so, I’ll apologize to you without a word. But you shouldn’t have made Dary look bad in front of so many guests…”
Joslyn didn’t finish her sentence.
She was very smart.
She didn’t dare to tell the others about Darion’s secret marriage, but Darion knew what her implication was. Since she was humiliated today, she might as well leverage the situation to secure maximum advantage. How the others thought of her wasn’t her concern. All she wanted was to keep Darion around.
One thing was clear to her–Darion might not care about her, but he definitely wouldn’t let anyone make him look bad.
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Sure enough, Darion moved.
“Have you had enough?” He swirled the wine in his glass gently while looking up at Synthia.
He was very satisfied with Synthia’s reaction.
But in the eyes of the others, Joslyn was with him. Apparently, she thought so, too, which was why she dared to trick Synthia here so boldly.
“Someone.” Darion took a sip of the wine before putting down the glass. “Take Ms. Aguirre to change her dress.”
Darion ruled Southdale.
No one dared to defy him.
Except Synthia.
“Nobody move!” she said.
Meanwhile, she pulled out a chair, sat down, and looked over at Darion domineeringly.
One of the onlookers sneered at her, “Are you crazy? Nobody move? Look at who you’re talking to. One word from Mr. Raymond, and you’re dead!”
“She’s a bumpkin indeed. Who gave her the nerve to be so arrogant? What a joke.”
Just then, Hector walked forward with two maids, wanting to lead Joslyn away.
Synthia curved her lips and said word by word, “Ms. Aguirre
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instigated punks to rape my friend. Luckily, they didn’t get to. Those two–no, three punks have already confessed. What is it, Mr. Raymond? Are you gonna cover for her?”
She was smiling.
But her eyes, devoid of any warmth, somehow sent a chill down. everyone’s spine.
Joslyn’s expression changed drastically.
She was indeed behind the whole thing. Over the past few years, she had everything she wanted thanks to Darion.
She wanted to be the top streamer.
But Nicole was in her way.
“W–What are you talking about? Punks? What punks? I’ve never been to bars before. How could I possibly know any punks?” She averted her gaze, trying her best to suppress the uneasiness. “Dr. Duffy, I know you don’t like me, but you shouldn’t have framed me like this. I’ll
never…”
Under Synthia’s gaze, she was terrified and couldn’t utter a word at all.
“Ms. Aguirre, did I ever mention anything about a bar at all?” Synthia asked with a smile.
She didn’t.
Joslyn panicked so much that she slipped up.
Joslyn froze.
She swallowed hard before turning to Darion. “Dary, I did no such
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things. You gotta trust me.”
She didn’t give a damn about how others thought of her.
Darion’s opinion was the only thing that mattered to her.
All she needed was Darion’s trust.
But he didn’t say anything.
“I’m warning you.” Suddenly, Synthia grabbed Joslyn by the hair. Then she continued word by word, “Don’t think you get to mess with me just because somebody’s got your back. And don’t try anything to hurt my friends. Or you’ll end up the same as those punks.”
She then slammed Joslyn’s head into the corner of the table.
A gash opened on Joslyn’s head, and blood streamed down her face.
Only then did the others realize Synthia had sat down just to find the right angle.
Joslyn screamed miserably and then roared hysterically, “Dary, help! Bitch! L–Let go of me!”
For a second, she really believed Synthia would kill her.
She was terrified.
Now that her life was in danger, she panicked so much that she actually forgot to maintain her usual facade.
‘You’re scared already?” Synthia sneered. “I thought you were so fearless. Just so you know, the punks have already been put in jail. They’re charged with attempted rape, assault, as well as kidnapping. All three of them will rot in jail.”
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With that, she tossed Joslyn away with obvious disgust.
Even touching Joslyn disgusted her.
She didn’t know why Joslyn had targeted Nicole, but Nicole happened to be her friend whom she cared about. Plus, Joslyn provoked her again today. So, she took the chance to warn Joslyn.
After doing all this, she turned to leave, not sparing Joslyn a glance.
Walking out of the resort, she pulled out her phone, ready to hail a cab.
“Wait a second, Dr. Duffy.” Darion caught up with her.
She pulled a long face the second she saw him. Sneering, she mocked, “Why are you here, Mr. Raymond? To stand up for your beloved?”
She was still so hostile toward him.
Frowning, Darion said, “Do you hate me, Dr. Duffy?”
He could tell.
The day they first met, he felt Synthia treated him differently. He had thought she was playing hard to get at first, but now, he realized she genuinely hated him.
Why?
“Hate?” Synthia rolled her eyes. “I don’t know you well, Mr. Raymond. Why would I hate you? You’re just a stranger to me.”
For some reason, Darion was irritated by the word “stranger“.
His tone turned cold. “I see. I’m surprised that you’d attend a stranger’s dinner party, Dr. Duffy. How… loose.”
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Synthia cursed inwardly, thinking, “What a bastard!
“I’m here because of Joslyn. No need to pay any mind to his sarcasm at all. Why would I care what he thinks?”
She scoffed, “Yep, that’s me–a loose woman. So, Mr. Raymond, you better stay away from me. After the surgery, I don’t wanna see you ever again.”
Then she saw Joslyn, who had already changed into another dress, walking toward them.
“Your beloved is here, Mr. Raymond. I just hurt her. Hurry up and coax her as I’m sure she needs it desperately,” she said mockingly.
With that, she strode away.
Gazing at her retreating figure, Darion fell silent, his expression
obscure.
Did she really hate him that much?
“Dary, I… I’m so sorry,” Joslyn walked up to him and apologized, her eyes red. “Tonight was my fault. I invited Dr. Duffy here, but I just wanted to…”
The wound on her forehead was crudely bandaged, blood seeping through the gauze.
She deliberately made it look like this.
It was the only way to make Darion feel bad for her.
“I think you’ve got carried away and forgotten all my warnings,” Darion interrupted her, his gaze on her piercing.
