Chapter 394 Alice Is Really Amazing
Everyone turned toward the figure at the door.
Elizabeth's gaze instantly turned ice-cold.
It was Molly—the same woman who had tried to destroy Elizabeth completely two months ago.
"Elizabeth!" Molly charged straight at her. "You're dead today!"
Elizabeth remained silent.
Before she could react, before Molly could reach her, Alice—who had just sent another woman packing—suddenly rushed forward and body-slammed Molly. "Where the hell did you crawl out from now!"
Alice was absolutely livid. These random troublemakers were becoming ridiculous! Ever since the family dinner at the Windsor Manor, she'd been constantly encountering all sorts of revolting women. Clara was hideous, that Elodie creature was equally repulsive, and now this Molly was even worse. It was infuriating!
Don't let Alice's short arms and legs fool you—she was surprisingly agile. She tackled Molly before the woman could reach Elizabeth, sending her crashing into a service cart loaded with freshly sterilized glassware and premium liquor.
The collision sent glasses shattering across the floor. Molly landed hard among the broken shards, her back pierced by jagged fragments.
"It hurts! God, it hurts!" Molly screamed through tears. "Gideon! Gideon, help me!"
Alice, the little instigator, immediately scrambled behind Elizabeth and wrapped her arms around her mother's legs. "Mommy, I'm scared."
"Don't be afraid, Alice. You see? This is karma catching up with bad people. This isn't your fault—it's her punishment," Elizabeth said calmly, stroking Alice's hair while watching Molly writhe on the floor.
Alice nodded solemnly.
"Gideon, please help me!" Molly continued wailing from the glass-strewn floor.
"I might consider helping you, but first—how did you get in here? How did you know we were having a gathering?" Gideon stared down at her with obvious disgust coating his words.
Molly's face was slick with pain-induced sweat. "I'm a bar girl here."
"You? A member of the Lavien family working as a bar girl?" Gideon asked incredulously.
Molly nodded miserably. "Yes."
She'd been working as a bar girl for some time now. After Alexander had spared her life last time, she'd called her father, only to have him disown her in a fit of rage. With nowhere else to go, she'd moved in with Katherine, but Dominic constantly harassed her, and when she refused his advances, he threatened to throw her out. So she'd ended up here as a bar girl.
It wasn't about money—it was about revenge.
Who would ever suspect that she, Molly Lavien, would stoop to working as a bar girl? Even Gideon hadn't seen it coming.
What Gideon couldn't see was the bottle of sulfuric acid Molly had been concealing behind her back. She'd planned to splash it across Elizabeth's face, leaving her permanently disfigured.
Molly had learned from Robert that Alexander maintained a year-round private booth at this nightclub. So she'd taken the bar girl job, waiting for the perfect moment to catch Elizabeth off guard and destroy her face with concentrated acid.
She never imagined she'd be undone by a five-year-old.
The acid bottle had already been opened and was now spilling directly onto her lacerated back. Glass shards and acid burns—Molly's screams reached a new pitch of agony.
"Gideon! Please, get me to a hospital! Give me painkillers! I'll tell you something crucial—something you need to know!" she sobbed.
Only then did Gideon pull out his phone to call an ambulance. Not because he was curious about her information, and certainly not out of sympathy for Molly, but because having a bleeding, screaming woman sprawled across their private booth was ruining the atmosphere.
The paramedics arrived quickly, carting Molly away. After the cleaning crew restored the room to its pristine state, peace finally returned to the private booth.
"I apologize for that," Elizabeth said with remarkable composure, addressing Gideon directly.
Among Alexander's four friends, Gideon had left the strongest impression on her. She still remembered how he'd encouraged her to pursue her architectural career.
"I had no idea Molly still harbored such hatred toward me, and I certainly didn't know she was carrying something like that," Elizabeth continued with a slight shrug, genuinely innocent in the matter.
Gideon smiled. "None of this is your fault. She brought it on herself. Besides, Molly and I were never on good terms anyway."
"Thank you," Elizabeth replied graciously, then turned to address the others present. "I'm sorry you all had to witness that spectacle."
Having dealt with two troublesome women in one evening, Elizabeth remained remarkably composed—no panic, no shock, just steady calm. She was dressed in a sharp business suit, briefcase in hand, projecting an air of professional competence that commanded respect.
"You've changed considerably," Calvin observed first. He still remembered their last encounter when Elizabeth had claimed to be a bar girl herself.
"Have I?" Elizabeth asked mildly.
"She hasn't changed at all," Gideon interjected with a knowing smile. "She's always been like this—you just never really knew her. She's always had this unshakeable composure. What do you think drew Alexander to her in the first place?" He glanced at Alexander. "Am I wrong?"
Alexander pulled Elizabeth closer with one arm while holding Alice's hand with the other, his gaze sweeping casually over the group. His tone was equally casual yet firm: "So gentlemen, let's not play these kinds of games anymore—sneaking random women into my private space. I'm a married man with a child now. My wife was gracious about tonight's incidents, but if she'd been less understanding, I would have—"
Before Alexander could finish, Gideon, Calvin, and Caspian interrupted in unison: "Alexander, are you actually whipped?"
"What's wrong with being devoted to your wife?" Alexander replied without missing a beat.
Silence fell over the group. The man who had once been coldly ruthless, emotionally distant, and completely uninterested in women had just openly admitted to being completely devoted to his wife!
Just as they were about to tease him mercilessly, Alexander's phone rang. He answered immediately.
Gavin's voice came through, "Mr. Windsor, that homeless woman is at the nightclub entrance."
Alexander's blood ran cold. "What?"
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