Chapter 205
Chapter 205:
She reached to the adjacent empty table, wrapped her fingers around a tall crystal glass brimming with ice water, and without a moment’s pause, threw it directly into Alycia’s face.
The ice cubes struck her cheekbones. The freezing water destroyed her makeup in an instant and soaked deep into the expensive white fabric of her suit.
Several nearby guests gasped audibly.
Alycia shrieked. She lurched to her feet, her entire body shaking.
“Are you insane?!” she screamed.
Vera crossed her arms and let her voice carry through the now completely silent restaurant.
“You are a homewrecker.” The word landed like a gunshot. Every head in the room turned. Forks were set down. Conversations ceased.
Alycia’s face cycled from pale to scarlet. She fell back on her most reliable defense — her eyes went wide, and tears materialized instantly, cutting through the ruined mascara streaming down her face.
“Cole and I are in love!” she cried, her voice trembling with practiced victimhood. “June is the one refusing to let go. She is holding him hostage p>
Vera stepped closer, eliminating the space between them entirely. She unclasped her red Hermès Birkin, withdrew a thick stack of printed papers, and drove them into Alycia’s chest.
R𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰ո аոy 𝖽𝘦𝘃𝗶c𝖾 𝗈𝗇
Alycia stumbled back a step. The papers burst outward and scattered across the floor — court subpoena photocopies detailing years of bullying and extortion.
“You are a manipulative, abusive fraud,” Vera said, her voice carrying every syllable with absolute clarity.
The surrounding guests leaned in, whispering, their eyes moving from the papers on the floor to Alycia’s soaked, ruined figure. Alycia’s socialite companions assessed the situation in seconds, collected their designer bags, and quietly retreated.
Alycia felt humiliation close over her like a physical weight. Her fingernails cut into her own palms.
The restaurant manager arrived, sweating, flanked by two security guards. “Ms. Vera, please,” he said, dabbing his forehead. “I must ask you to lower your voice p>
Vera turned a single look on him. “Allowing this woman to sit in your dining room is the greatest insult to your establishment’s reputation p>
Shaking with rage, Alycia dug into her soaked bag and pulled out her phone. She dialed Cole’s private number, and the moment he answered, she let out a broken, terrified sob.
“Cole — help me,” she wept into the receiver, ensuring every note of distress carried clearly.
Vera watched the performance with quiet, deepening contempt. She pulled out a chair, sat down, and crossed her legs — perfectly willing to wait for whatever rescue Cole chose to mount.
On the other end of the line, Cole’s face darkened. He demanded the address.
Alycia lowered the phone. Her eyes found Vera’s, and the victim act dropped entirely.
“You are going to pay for this,” she said, her voice low and poisonous.
Vera held her gaze without a flicker of concern. She was here to collect every ounce of justice owed for what June had suffered, and she was nowhere near finished.
Twenty minutes later, the aggressive screech of tires cut through the quiet street outside.