Chapter 262 Be Solved By Violence
The thick orange juice dripped down her cheeks, soaking Valerie's meticulously styled hair and staining her expensive, sexy dress into a nauseating color.
The wet liquid clung to the thin fabric, revealing the contours of her bosom, making her even more eye-catching than if she were naked.
The word "embarrassed" was no longer sufficient to describe her situation.
Centered around the distressed Valerie, many eyes followed her. The crowd was divided into many small circles. This circle wasn't the most prominent among the many wealthy individuals, but with Megan present, it wouldn't be unnoticed or dull.
The reporters were very interested in her.
Valerie was stunned! She never expected to be treated like this!
The sensitive reporters saw the victim's face clearly, realizing it was the actress who had recently gained fame from a TV series. Although not a top-tier star, she had quite a few fans.
"What are you doing!"
Valerie wiped the orange juice off her face, freeing her eyes to glare at Kelly, who was slightly more advantaged in height than her. She couldn't believe it was Kelly who had splashed her!
Kelly flashed a smirk, letting the glass drop to the floor. With her arms crossed and her gaze tilted upward slightly, she looked at the disheveled Valerie with feigned curiosity. "I'm sorry, but it sounds like you were talking about someone. I didn't quite catch that. Care to repeat?"
Kelly playfully scratched her ear, raising an eyebrow with a disdainful grin.
Valerie huffed. She didn't know Kelly, but in her view, if someone was unfamiliar, they were hardly worth her attention.
"Dwarf," Valerie spat. "I'll insult whoever I want. What's it to you? Are you offended? Trying to stand up for someone else? A woman who sleeps around has no right to expect any respect from others!"
Kelly chuckled, her delicate features illuminated by a cold, biting smile. She stretched her wrist and laughed, "It seems like everyone's taking up insulting these days, but I don't think anyone of consequence should be subjected to such nonsense."
With that, Kelly raised her hand and delivered a crisp slap across Valerie's face, halting Valerie's tirade in stunned silence.
The slap wasn't forceful, but it was enough to deliver a solid sting of humiliation. Flashbulbs popped as reporters went wild, capturing every moment. The scene of the glamorous Valerie being slapped was sure to be a hit, and Kelly would likely face backlash from Valerie's fans.
Fury sparked in Valerie's eyes. "You bitch, how dare you hit me!"
Without missing a beat, Valerie swung back, her hand rising high.
Valerie's slap connected with Kelly's face, full force. The impact dazed Kelly momentarily, nearly causing her to stumble.
Kelly's vision swam as Valerie's hand came down with a heavy, stinging slap that left five distinct red marks on her left cheek, each one raised and throbbing.
Stunned, Valerie looked up and found herself face-to-face with Brooklyn.
Brooklyn, already taller than Valerie and in three-inch heels, towered over her.
"Brooklyn, how dare you…"
A sharp crack echoed through the room as Brooklyn swung her hand, delivering another resounding slap to Valerie's left cheek.
"You filthy bitch!"
Brooklyn's second slap, with increased force, made Valerie stagger.
"Whore! You…"
Each time Valerie opened her mouth, Brooklyn responded with another forceful slap, her hand stinging with the effort but driven by sheer anger. The slaps continued, each one landing with a harsh, satisfying impact, until Valerie's protests were silenced by the relentless blows.
Valerie's cheeks were now puffed up, leaving her speechless and unable to utter another word.
Brooklyn, her hand still tingling slightly from the slaps, maintained an emotionless expression. "I don't usually enjoy arguing or swearing, but when it comes to hitting people, that's something I personally prefer."
Looking at Valerie's bruised face, Brooklyn smirked in disdain, as if she considered the act of hitting Valerie to be soiled her own hands.
Megan, ever perceptive, had kept her distance since Kelly's initial confrontation with Valerie. Now, she took on a conciliatory tone, offering a gentle smile. "Dr. Mitchell, you're Sebastian's wife. Isn't this a bit beneath you? Resorting to violence in public, aren't you worried about being ridiculed?"
Kelly, stunned, had entered a state of awe from the moment Brooklyn's first crisp slap landed. It was as if her inner goddess had been awakened with a new, fierce persona!
Brooklyn took a small, proud step closer to Megan. "Oh? Ridiculed? I'd love to see who dares to mock me. Who would be foolish enough?"
As if on cue, the sound of camera shutters filled the air.
Kelly, pointing behind them, said, "Goddess, there are reporters sneaking pictures!"Brooklyn maintained her composure, striding over to the dense foliage. From behind the thick evergreen shrubs, it was impossible to see who was hiding within.
In a cold, elegant tone that brooked no argument, she said, "Come out now, and stop testing my patience. You've got one minute to show yourselves."
The reporters froze. This wasn't just Valerie they had to deal with; it was Brooklyn, Sebastian's wife!
Brooklyn tapped her arm, seemingly timing them. "There are cameras inside and out. You'll be on display tomorrow if you don't come out now. Your choice is simple: show yourselves now or kiss your careers goodbye. You have thirty seconds."
The reporters huddled together, realizing that crossing Brooklyn meant crossing Sebastian with serious consequences!
Brooklyn scoffed lightly. "It seems you haven't seen the news about MBK Group blacklisting reporters and online portals…"
Before she could finish, five or six reporters slunk out from behind the bushes, heads down, their cameras in tow.
Brooklyn smirked coldly. "Good. Now, do you want me to destroy your equipment directly, or would you prefer I yank out and snap the memory cards? Make your choice."
The reporters hastily chose the latter, breaking the memory cards and sweating bullets in fear.
But that wasn't the end.
Brooklyn pulled Kelly closer and addressed the reporters with a chilling tone. "Look up."
The reporters reluctantly raised their eyes, taking in Brooklyn and Kelly's faces before quickly lowering them again.
Brooklyn's voice was slow and deliberate. "Remember these faces. They don't belong on any display screens. If you cross paths with us again, make sure you steer clear."
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