"Shut up!" Chester Yale glared fiercely at Misha Evans.
The words 'fiancée' were what Evelyn Sherman was most sensitive about. Even though he had never admitted it, Misha Evans would bring up these words time and again, as if deliberately provoking Evelyn.
"I'm stating the facts, what right do you have to stop me from speaking? Our marriage has been agreed upon by both parents and has been publicly announced. What do you have? You don't even have Uncle Yale's blessings. As long as I'm here, Evelyn Sherman will always be the shameful mistress, despised by everyone as a lowly woman!"
"Slap—" Before Misha Evans could finish her sentence, a fierce slap landed on her face, twisting it sideways.
"You dare to slap me?" Misha Evans covered her face with her hand, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at Evelyn Sherman, who had slapped her before Chester had a chance to react.
She couldn't believe that Evelyn Sherman, a woman with no background whatsoever, actually dared to hit her!