Chapter 178 He Never Liked You to Begin With
Faced with Confronted by Nora Eilish's aggressionhostility, Layla, who had been somewhat flusteredmomentarily disoriented, suddenly found clarity.
She looked at Nora Eilish calmly, speaking clearlyher footing. She met Nora's gaze with an unruffled demeanor, her words measured and deliberately, "I'm distinct, "I am not a homewrecker because, for Mr. Holland was never yours to begin with. He doesn't likeharbors no affection for you."
ItThe impact of her words was as if Nora Eilish had been slappedakin to a slap across the Nora Eilish's face, . The humiliation of hearing such words a declaration from her rivaladversary was humiliating.a bitter pill to swallow. Her aura ofself-assumed superiority, her stanceposition as the wrongedaggrieved party, now showed cracksbegan to crumble as her face flushedcomplexion fluctuated between shades of red and then paled.
pale."I am betrothed to Mr. Holland's fiancéeHolland!" Nora Eilish said, raisingretorted, her voice.
escalating."That was the Holland family's arrangement, but Mr. a decision made by the Holland family, not Mr. Holland himself. He has publicly denieddisavowed your relationship in front of the media. All along, it's justYou have been you deluding yourself. You'reliving in a self-created illusion. You are not his fiancée. The oneobject of Mr. Holland likes isn'tHolland's affection is not you—it has always been me."
"Shut up! You're "Silence! You are nothing butmore than a homewrecker!" FuriousEnraged, Nora Eilish swung her hand in aattempted to slap Layla, but Layla caught ither hand was effortlessly, holding her immobilized. intercepted and held in place. Her eyes widened with ragefury as she glared bitterly.
I felt guilty about the whole ordeal venomously."I once, but I've cleared my conscience now. I'm harbored guilt over this situation, but I have since absolved myself. I am with Mr. Holland. I suggestadvise you to step back off and not become thatavoid becoming the 'other woman' you so despisedetest," Layla saidretorted assertively, locking eyesher gaze unwavering and ablaze with Nora Eilish without flinching, her gaze fiery.
determination.Admiration gleamedflickered in Samuel's eyes, a hint of a the corners of his mouth lifting in a subtle smile at his lips. That 'was his girl!
Nora's grasp slipped offgrip loosened as Layla shook her hand awayfree, but Nora made a swift attemptswiftly attempted to slap her again.
The smack echoedThe sound of the slap reverberated—a stinging slap.
The searing pain.
burning sensation.Five distinct, crimson fingerprints.
Nora's face whippedwas jerked to the side, a buzzing noise filled her ears.
She stood there, completely stunned,taken aback, her body trembling all over.
Seconds later.After a few moments, she slowly turned her head back. "Did you hitstrike me?"
"You struck first," Layla's youthful face was resolute, "Considering what you've done, a slap is getting off light!"
a lenient punishment!""You..." Nora's eyes reddened, her fingers clenched. The image of the polishedrefined debutante was forgotten in her desire to lash out and scrabble with retaliate against Layla, but she knew sheit would end up worse off.
Angered, she glared atonly worsen her situation.Frustrated, she turned her glare towards Samuel, "You just letallowed her to hit me?"
"If I'd done itI had intervened, it wouldn't have been just a slap," Samuel counteredresponded with a cold snort.
scoff."Mr. Holland!"
"No one'sone has ever hitdared to strike me, not even my parents. How dare she steal my man and lay hands on me?" Nora was practically hysterical, "I'mon the verge of hysteria, "I am the fiancée endorsed by your uncle, what would you tell your grandfather?"
For the first time, Samuel thought Norafound Nora's decision to invoke his father incredibly foolish for bringing up his father. Did . Was she so desperate that she really havehad no one else to turn to?
"If my father were here, he'd witnesshe would have witnessed the same treatment."
Nora felt aA chill seep through herpermeated Nora's heart as thoughif she were soakedhad been drenched in icy, acidic water.
It allThe situation seemed backwardreversed; they were the couple, and she was the interloper.
outsider.Why was life so unfair?
unjust?Regret clutchedgnawed at her. If she'dshe had been less merciful back then, opting for a more sinister potion than mere sleeping drops, Layla would've been out of permanently removed from the picture for good.
.Anger, humiliation, fear, it all swirled together, redness encroaching the rims of her eyes reddening, teetering on the brink of tears—but she held them back, refusing to cryweep in front of them.
their presence."I won'twill not let this go," Nora hissed through clenched teeth, spinning on her heel and storming out.
The door slammed shut.
with a resounding echo.Layla sighed, "Never peggedI never imagined Miss Eilish as that kind of to be such a person."
She couldn't bring herselfstruggled to believereconcile the fact that Nora Eilish had always been a facade of hypocrisy. MaybePerhaps love really could turntruly had the power to transform a woman into a terrifying demon.
Samuel's offhandcasual remark cutsliced through the silence, "There's no such thing as a good soulThere are no virtuous souls in high society. In that world, the kind-hearted are devouredconsumed without a trace."
Layla exhaled a weary sigh, "Maybe so."
Perhaps you're right."That was the edgeadvantage ordinary folkspeople had over the elite: at least they didn't entangleensnare themselves in such deceitfuldeceptive battles.
"Did I go too farcross a line when I slapped her just now?"
"Not at all, you did the right thing," Samuel reassured her, patting her head.
A sinister glint passed through his eyes undetectedunnoticed, "This... is not enough."
...
...Nora Eilish stormed out of the hotel, her high heels clicking furiously asagainst the pavement, her rage boiled overintensifying with each step.
Without realizing itUnbeknownst to her, she found herself at the deserted back entrance of the hotel.
"Layla!" In a burstfit of angerrage, Nora kicked the wall with the tip of her heel.
"Hey, gorgeous, you all alone?" A sleazy blond punk emerged from nowhere.
the shadows.Nora Eilish attempted to walk away, but theher path behind her was blocked by a punk with green hair.
"I have two thousand in cash right here. Take it, and I won't call the copspolice," she offeredproposed, struggling to stay calm.
maintain her composure.The punks snatched the money and cornered her, brandishing a switchblade near her face, "You sure are pretty, obviously from a wealthy family. Bet you're lots of fun."
"Don't mess around. I've got more money in my card," she warned them.
"We'll take the money, and we'll take you, too," signaled the punk with a nod.
They grabbedseized her arms, dragging her into an isolated corner.
"Let go of me, help..."
Her muffled cries for help were stifled as they pressed against her lips, her eyes reddened.
reddening.Pinned to the ground, they slashed open her blouse, exposing her pale skin.
"Help... mmm..." Inside, Nora Eilish screamed in despair.
Just then, a figure appeared around the corner, and the thugs backed away.
Clutching her torn blouse, her hair disheveled, Nora looked up in terrified confusion, "It's you?"
Standing before her was Mr. Vandella.
With cold indifference, Mr. Vandella stared down at her and said, "The boss sent me to tell you, don't dish out what you can't take. This is just a warning. Lay a hand on Miss Adkins again, and it won't be just this."
Without another word, Mr. Vandella turned and walked away.
Left crumpled in a corner, Nora Eilish was a mix of humiliation and fury.
Tears stung her eyes until she could no longer hold them back, and they rolled down her cheeks.
From the time she could remember, she had never shed a tear, let alone suffer such unbearable humiliation.
Samuel, the man she had loved deeply for years, had shamed her for another woman.
How could he? It was be so cruel!
Why hadn't she chosen a love potion instead?
Nora Eilish was filled with rage.
After a single tear fell, she bit her lip hard, holding back the rest, forcing them back.
She wasn't fragile. She was Nora Eilish, the heiress of the Eilish family. She wouldn't give up that easily, especially not to Layla.
Wiping away her tears, Nora struggled to stand, but her legs gave out from fear. She stumbled, quickly steadying herself against the wall.
Her fingers clawed at the wall so fiercely that her crimson nails snapped.
Nora Eilish's gaze turned icy, as if she had become someone else.
"I swear, Layla," she vowed, "the humiliation I endured today will be repaid a thousandfold!"
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