Chapter 883 Almost Disfigured
Soon enough, the bodyguards had the two women restrained and were trying to escort them out. But they put up a fight, and since they were socialites, the bodyguards couldn't get too rough. They glanced at Rebecca, who then told Ainsley to deal with it. Rebecca rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.
In the end, instead of being dragged out, the two were taken to the lounge.
Ainsley asked, "Have you sobered up? Is this really the place to fight? If you love fighting so much, why not take it to the police station?"
Causing a scene at the police station would be a whole new level of embarrassment.
Alice and Sandra might not be top-tier socialites, but they weren't just any rich girls either.
Sandra looked up and said, "Ainsley, I didn't start it. I just told the truth—Alice had a miscarriage! And she went nuts and splashed champagne on me!"
She made sure to stress the word "miscarriage."
Alice was about to lose it again, but Ainsley's cold stare put her out.
Now that she was calmer, Alice realized she'd been too impulsive. 'This is a socialite gala hosted by Rebecca, and it's being live-streamed. With so many socialites here, fighting with Sandra is beyond embarrassing. And it's live-streamed, so everyone saw it. My image is totally ruined. Plus, the news about my miscarriage is probably all over the internet by now.'
Sandra, feeling victorious, crossed her arms and thought, 'I'm not afraid of embarrassment; I'm not one of those high-status socialites. Plus, it's not just me who's embarrassed—Alice is too. Making Alice look bad is worth any embarrassment. Finally, I get my revenge.'
Sandra looked at Ainsley. "Ainsley, I'm sorry for disrupting Rebecca's gala. I'll leave now."
Sandra might get a scolding from her mom when she got home, but that was nothing compared to Alice, who was always trying to impress everyone around her. Sandra's family wasn't wealthy, but she had her pride.
Alice glared at Sandra, remembering how Sandra had ruined her plans and embarrassed her in front of millions of live-stream viewers. Alice gritted her teeth. "Sandra, I won't let you get away with this!"
"Won't let me get away with it? Let's see who won't let whom get away with it." Sandra sneered, "Do you really think you can marry Mr. Howard? Keep dreaming. You lost your baby and still think he'll marry you? Ridiculous! Tonight, you look like a nouveau riche who just crawled out of a coal mine. If I were Adrian, I'd be disgusted just looking at you."
Alice's composure was about to snap. She lunged at Sandra, aiming to pull her hair and scratch her face. And she did just that.
Sandra didn't expect Alice to go berserk, especially with Ainsley there. She couldn't dodge in time, and Alice's long nails scratched her cheek.
Sandra screamed.
Ainsley was also taken aback.
Sandra touched her face and then looked at the blood on her fingers, feeling a searing pain on her cheek.
In the world of wealthy socialites, a woman's face was everything, even more than her character or intelligence.
Sandra trembled as she looked at Alice. "Alice!"
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