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Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 201
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Chapter 196 Despite Andie's flamboyant style, he had earned a reputation as Northcrest City's top stylist. Celebrities in the entertainment industry often showcased looks crafted by him. Securing an appointment with Andie was no small feat, but with the Foster family's influence, getting him on board was a breeze.

What she never anticipated was that the woman who had been trying to seduce her husband would not only be invited to the matriarch's birthday celebration but even have Andie, the country's premier stylist, there to dress her up. Did the old matriarch really despise her so much? She had been married to Lucas Foster for over twenty years and had endured countless slights and indignities within the Foster family, yet she still couldn't win the matriarch's favor. The matriarch wanted to pair Lucas with a woman in her twenties, likely because she couldn't bear children herself and hoped that Claire, the homewrecker, would provide the Foster family with heirs.

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Thinking of children made her rage boil over. She could have had children too, if not for that little demon, Sean. At five years old, he had maliciously pushed her down the stairs while she was pregnant. Not only did she lose the baby, but that little devil had also caused her to have a hysterectomy. He was nothing short of a monster. The painful memories drove her to madness. If she couldn't bear children, then no woman would have children for the Foster family. She lunged forward, grabbing Claire's hair and yanking it down with fury. "You think just because you flutter your eyelashes, men will fall at your feet? Today, I'll teach you a lesson, you shameless hussy!" Claire cried out in pain, using both hands to pry Mrs. Foster's grip from her hair. "Let go of me! I don't even know your husband!" she protested, but no one listened.

Andie tried to shield Claire, but a group of wealthy women blocked him, clawing at him until his face was streaked with blood. Enraged, Andie shouted, "You can't touch her! She's with Sean. If you harm her, Sean won't let you get away with it." Mrs. Foster's face twisted with malice. Sean's woman? Ha! Sean was nearly thirty and had never shown interest in a woman. He'd only been in Northcrest City for less than three months, and now he had a woman? Who would believe that? Mrs. Foster grabbed Claire's hair even tighter. The air was filled with insults as Claire struggled desperately to break free, but it was no use. Mrs. Foster's grip was unyielding, and Claire's scalp felt like it was being torn apart, the pain so intense she nearly fainted.

Claire's body was dragged along, and someone kicked her sharply in the shin with a pointed heel that cut like a knife, sending pain shooting through her leg. With a thud, Claire fell to the ground, her knees hitting the hard floor with a dull thump.

Before she could recover, two strong hands gripped her arms from behind, forcing her to kneel on the cold ground. Mrs. Foster released Claire's hair, leaving it disheveled across her face, but Claire could feel the scornful and hateful gazes piercing her, shredding her dignity.

Standing over Claire, Mrs. Foster raised her right hand and slapped her hard across the left cheek. The force of the blow snapped Claire's head to the side, nearly knocking her over again. Her left cheek swelled quickly, with five bright red fingerprints clearly imprinted on her skin.

Mrs. Foster didn't stop. She lifted her left hand and slapped Claire's right cheek, the sharp crack echoing down the hallway. Now both sides of Claire's face were red and swollen, giving her a pitiful appearance.

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Again and again, Mrs. Foster slapped her, leaving Claire's mouth bleeding, her mind blank, and her ears ringing so loudly she couldn't hear the chaos around her.

Andie attempted to rush forward to protect Claire, but the socialites held him back with a vengeance, leaving his face covered in scratches and his clothes in tatters, a pitiful sight.

Through it all, Brian stood three meters away, silently watching the scene unfold.