Chapter 216

Too bad Elaine was faster—before Fiona could even react, Elaine swiftly caught her hand mid-air, curved her lips into a faint smile, and said lightly, "Miss Foster, maybe keep your hands to yourself next time." Then came a crisp slap across Fiona's face, clean and sharp. The sound was loud enough that at least half the people in the banquet hall turned their heads. Elaine's palm stung too, not that she was used to slapping people. Judging by how hard it hurt her, Fiona's face definitely wasn't having a great time either. Fiona stood frozen, completely stunned for a good few seconds, before gripping her cheek and snapping back with bloodshot eyes, "How dare you hit me?!" Hearing the commotion, Lydia hurried over. She saw Fiona clutching her face in the middle of a growing crowd and immediately asked, "What happened?" Right away, Fiona, completely shameless, pointed at Elaine and started whining like a child, "Mom, she made stuff up about me and even hit me!" Lydia, fuming when she reali