Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 432

After speaking, Olivia, wearing a pair of stiletto heels, raised her foot and delivered a sudden, vicious kick to Wendy.

Her heel landed squarely in Wendy's stomach, knocking her to the ground. Pain shot through Wendy's side where the shoe struck, and a dirty footprint marred her blouse.

Wendy gritted her teeth and fought through the pain.

"Miss Olivia, I was just passing by over there. You suddenly stepped in front of me. That's why... your dress got dirty by accident," Wendy managed, her voice trembling.

Standing off to the side, Sally smirked, her lips curling with amusement. "Don't you know? The mistress is never wrong. Olivia, it seems your staff could use some serious training."

Wendy drew a slow, steadying breath. She was not their plaything.

"Then let me clean your dress for you," Wendy offered quietly.

Leda scoffed, her tone dripping with contempt. "Clean it? These gowns are worn once and tossed. Besides, Olivia's dress cost nearly a hundred and twenty thousand—selling you wouldn't even cover it."

Olivia strutted over, looking down at Wendy from atop her heels. She picked up a glass of cocktail from the table, swirling it idly. "Honestly, what kind of housekeeper hires staff like you?"

As she spoke, Olivia raised the glass and slowly positioned it above Wendy's head, ready to pour the drink over her.

But suddenly, a hand clamped down on Olivia's wrist, stopping her cold.

Olivia looked up and saw Isadora standing before her, eyes icy and unyielding.

Without hesitation, Isadora wrenched Olivia's arm away, sending her stumbling backward. Olivia lost her grip on the cocktail, splashing the sticky yellow drink all over her own powder-blue gown. Stains bloomed across the skirt in a messy, humiliating pattern.

Fury flared in Olivia's eyes. She snarled, "How dare you interfere when I'm disciplining my own maid?!"

The sharp crack of a slap brought the room to a stunned halt.

A glint of cold fury flashed in Isadora's eyes as she delivered a stinging slap across Olivia's cheek, putting every ounce of strength into it. She would never let anyone insult her child.

A red handprint bloomed on Olivia's face. For a moment, she was too stunned to move, her expression a mix of disbelief and outrage. "You hit me?! How dare you—"

Smack!

Isadora's hand swung again, even harder this time.

"If you insist on dragging down your own guests and humiliating them at your own party, then I'll do your grandfather's job and teach you a lesson myself. At least one of us should save you from making a complete fool of yourself!"

Olivia's face burned with pain, tears of anger brimming in her eyes. Clutching her swollen cheek, she spat, voice ice-cold, "What are you all waiting for? Hold her down! I don't care who tries to stop me, I'm going to make her pay!"