Chapter 90
Emily Smith was browsing lingerie with Mia Harris when a sharp, mocking laugh cut through the air.
"Well, if it isn't Emily Smith."
Both women turned to see Emma Clark strutting into the store, arm-in-arm with her mother. Emma's gaze sliced into Emily like a knife, her lips curled in a sneer.
"Emily, have you no shame?" Emma's voice was shrill. "A nobody like you dares to claim William Johnson as your boyfriend? You're not even fit to polish his shoes!"
Mia immediately stepped in front of Emily, eyes blazing.
"Emma, did your mouth grow out of your ass?" Mia scoffed. "Every word you spew reeks like garbage."
Emma's mother stiffened. "Watch your tone, young lady!"
"Mrs. Clark," Mia shot back, unflinching, "control your daughter's filthy mouth first. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree—you both need to wash your mouths out with soap."
Emma trembled with rage and raised her hand to strike.
Slap!
Emily shoved Emma hard. The girl staggered back and crashed to the floor.
"Assault!" Mrs. Clark shrieked, rushing to her daughter. "Everyone, look! This shameless niece of mine just attacked her own cousin!"
A crowd quickly gathered, murmuring and gawking.
"She runs wild every night, and when we try to advise her, she turns violent!" Mrs. Clark jabbed a finger at Emily, spittle flying.
Mia's face flushed with fury. "You started this with your insults!"
Mrs. Clark yanked a wad of cash from her purse and hurled it at Emily. "You're just after money, aren't you? Here, take it!"
The bills struck Emily's forehead and scattered across the floor.
Emily's fists clenched until her knuckles turned white.
"Enough!" She shoved Mrs. Clark back. "Haven't you two tormented me for over a decade already?"
Mrs. Clark stumbled, momentarily speechless.
Whispers rippled through the onlookers. Some held up phones, recording the scene. Emily took a deep breath and grabbed Mia's hand to leave.
"Don't you dare run!" Mrs. Clark lunged again.
Just then, a cold male voice cut through the crowd.
"What's going on here?"