Chapter 352

Mara Hawthorne was dumbfounded—never in her wildest dreams did she expect Cassandra Taylor to slap her like that, and right in front of everyone. After those few stunned seconds, her eyes lit up with rage, glaring at Cassandra like she wanted to skin her alive. "You—you... Cassandra! How dare a shameless homewrecker like you hit me?!" she screamed, shaking all over, her finger jabbing toward Cassandra as if that alone could slice her in half. A deep, cold voice cut through the chaos. "My fiancée, a homewrecker? Funny, I must’ve missed that memo." Heads turned toward the shop entrance, where a man stepped inside. Tall and lean, dressed in a sleek black tailored suit that screamed “money”, his sharp jawline and regal aura gave off “don’t-mess-with-me” energy that instantly quieted the whispers. Mara’s breath hitched the moment Moses Yane walked in. No surprise there—his icy stare alone could freeze someone on the spot. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She was completely outmatched.