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Chapter 138

"The thing I can't stand the most is your act, playing the delicate, tempting vixen. Seducing anyone is bad enough, but your own father? That's low."

Jazzy, clutching her cheek, stayed silent.

Rosie Lynch's heart went out to her. "Mrs. Quigg, she's just a kid. How could you hit her?"

Macie Williams let out a harsh laugh. "She's nothing but trash. She had it coming."

Jazzy's face grew paler, her eyes reddened, and her lips were pursed.

Rosie tried to comfort her, worried Macie might harm her, but Jazzy would not budge.

Madeline moved in, took Jazzy by the shoulders, and returned her boba. "Take a sip. It'll help wash away the bitterness."

Jazzy's hand shook as she slowly brought the straw to her lips.

Madeline turned to face Macie, decked out in her Burberry coat and clutching a petite Hermès croc bag—the epitome of luxury.

She was in her thirties—strikingly beautiful and oddly familiar.

Madeline asked, "Mrs. Quigg, you claim you caught her in bed with your husband. Is tha
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