CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: THE YOUNG MADAM HAS BEEN THROWN OUT

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"Wait!" Olivia called out sharply to the men dragging Sophie out of the restroom. She stood at the door, glaring at Sophie with a devilish smirk on her proud face. No one would ever believe this was the same Olivia who always acted so cultured and mannered in public. The carefully cultivated image of grace and poise was a stark contrast to the cruel woman standing here now. No one would ever suspect she had this side to her—after all, they never did. They all believed her perfect facade. But Sophie knew the truth, and she would pay dearly for it.

"Take her through the back door. I don't want her dirty body to obstruct my celebration," Olivia commanded, flipping her hair off her shoulders with a dramatic flourish. Without another glance at Sophie, she walked out of the restroom and strode confidently back towards the party, a smug smirk plastered across her face.