The moment the kiss landed, the box was silent enough to hear a pin drop.
Kyle Keaton, deep in thought, gazed at the woman in his arms after the kiss.
After a while, he parted his thin lips and spoke, "She is my Mrs. Keaton!"
Though the kiss was brief, it carried a hint of defeating the enemy, and Kyle felt his earlier anger and resentment vanish completely.
Of course, even if the flames hadn’t subsided, Kyle wouldn’t allow anyone to trample on Mrs. Keaton.
Even if Mrs. Keaton was in name only, she still represented Kyle Keaton.
He would never allow anything or anyone to affect her!
As soon as Kyle finished speaking, the box once again fell into a deathly still silence.
Why does it feel like I’m inexplicably fed dog food?
And those girls never expected that this dazzlingly beautiful woman was here to catch a cheat.
The one looking the most awkward was Lynn Sawyer.
She didn’t anticipate that this woman was actually the wife of this man with an unusual presence.
Now, she just hoped his wife wouldn’t target her.
But clearly, this woman wouldn’t swallow her anger and sneered from above.
"Did you hear that? Now, do you say I’m rude, or are you rude?"
"It’s me, it’s me! Sorry, I really didn’t know that earlier. I couldn’t compare to you in any way, but I still wanted to eat swan with a toad mouth..." Lynn promptly apologized.
She knew it would be easy for a wealthy lady to destroy a bar girl.
So, she quickly admitted her faults and degraded herself, hoping to calm July Quinn’s anger as soon as possible.
The old saying goes, keep the green hills, fear not the lack of firewood.
One day when she rises, she will never forget today’s shame.
Before she could finish speaking, July Quinn interrupted her.
"No, actually, you’re not completely inferior to me."
July Quinn’s words surprised everyone, making them wonder what Lynn had that matched her.
Even Lynn herself seemed curious about which aspect she surpassed July Quinn.
Once she had everyone’s attention, July Quinn slowly continued, "Although you’re ugly, your dreams are big. You even dared hope to steal my man!"
Across all of Aethelgard, no one dared steal from her, July Quinn.
Yet today, in such a place of vice, someone tried to challenge her.
In truth, Lynn wasn’t ugly; in this box of beauties, she was one of the top.
Yet now, she was called ugly by July Quinn...
Though they didn’t want to admit it, compared to July Quinn’s picturesque features, elegant eyes, and expressions full of charm, clearly it wasn’t on the same level.
She knew that offending the rightful woman today meant being reproached.
But the words were deeply insulting, but the damage was slight.
She had no power, no authority; if she talked back, she’d certainly be doomed.
In the end, she could only swallow the bitterness and slap her own face before July Quinn.
"Yes, I’m very ugly, dreaming foolishly, I’m not human..."
Lynn’s actions shocked the other people in the box.
Especially the loud sound of her slap, which made others feel a bit guilty.
Even Miles Jacobs wanted to intervene several times.
If it weren’t for July Quinn’s silent warnings every time Miles tried to speak, he might’ve acted already.
The loud sounds of the slap lasted several seconds, and July Quinn had warned Miles Jacobs countless times not to intervene.
As for Kyle Keaton, he remained perfectly motionless.
Even his eyes never strayed to Lynn Sawyer.
His hands, warm and burning, were locked firmly around her waist, as if declaring ownership.
This action alone dispelled much of July Quinn’s anger.
Then, after getting up from Kyle Keaton’s lap, she gave Lynn Sawyer a cold glance.
This woman’s level is much higher than Nina, that old Versailles lady.
If given the chance to break free from her class, she’d inevitably retaliate fiercely.
But July Quinn finally decided...
No matter what, today she hadn’t really caused substantial harm to July Quinn’s marriage.
So, July Quinn didn’t want to foul her hands in Aphelion nor damage her image in the eyes of some.
Once July Quinn’s words fell, Lynn Sawyer repeatedly thanked her and then covered her swollen face, running out of the box.
With Lynn Sawyer as a precedent, none of the other women dared cause further trouble.
Thus, within the box, the absurd yet serene situation strangely remained among the merry men, bar girls, and the rightful wife... Googlᴇ search N0v3l.Fiɾe.net