She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 274: Beating

Chapter 274: Beating

Graeme initially had no intention of getting involved in the dispute, but Kate's words were too offensive to ignore. Unable to hold back, he spoke up, subtly indicating his support for Peyton. "Kate, why are you resorting to name-calling?" he questioned.

Kate, undaunted, held her head high, her elegant neck connecting to her delicate chin. She displayed an attitude of pride and innocence, as if she had done nothing wrong.

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"Exactly, Kate, you are being too insolent. Using foul language in front of me!" he admonished.

Kate remained unapologetic. "What does it matter if I use foul language? She's the thief crying 'Stop thief'. Why can't I call her out?"

Meanwhile, Peyton, teary-eyed, snuggled up to Graeme, feeling wronged and seeking his support.

"Kate, you said I was the thief crying 'Stop thief'. Do you have any evidence? I have the receipt from when you bought the alcohol with your name on it, and the owner can testify."

With all the pieces of the puzzle, including witness testimony, material evidence, and a clear motive, everyone now seemed to believe that Kate was lying.

The office door remained ajar, and a sweet and melodious voice came from the hallway, saying, "You need evidence? I have it!"

Soon after, a series of slightly crisp and regular sounds echoed as a woman wearing a striking red, irregular-length dress entered. She was adorned with a pair of red, pointed-toe high-heeled shoes. The observers in the hallway were captivated by her beauty. People in the office were similarly entranced as her chestnut hair cascaded down her back, contrasting with the fiery red dress. She passed through thei line of sight, enchanting everyone with her presence.

Once she passed, people were left in awe, their attention riveted to the spectacular vision.

Still in the office, all eyes were on the enigmatic woman who had suddenly entered. They were transfixed, until the striking sound of a slap awakened them from their reverie. Peyton had been slapped before she even realized the newcomer's identity.

Peyton touched her face, rubbing the spot where she'd been struck. She looked at the captivating woman before her, who appeared to be around her age but was blessed with exceptional beauty. Envious, resentful, and shocked, Peyton couldn't help but compare herself to this remarkable stranger.

The slap hurt, and it made her feel more insignificant than ever.

Graeme, displeased, turned his attention back to Peyton. "Who are you? Why did you hit her? Isn't that going too far?"

In response, the newcomer, Cheyenne, delivered a second crisp slap, although with a little less force.

Then came another loud, resonant "smack."

People outside the office, who had been sneakily eavesdropping, couldn't contain their curiosity any longer. They left their books behind and crept toward the principal's office, peering in like secret agents, only showing their inquisitive eyes.

Kate, astonished, watched Cheyenne appear before her like a goddess. Her beauty was enchanting, and two sharp, red-lacquered high-heeled shoes clacked as they hit the white porcelain floor tiles.

As onlookers marveled at the enchanting silhouette in the office, the woman's long, glossy black hair and fiery red dress created a visual masterpiece.

When Cheyenne walked past, they couldn't see her face, but her mere presence was captivating.

Only a distinct and clear slap brought them back to reality.

Kate found the situation quite entertaining, watching Peyton, who appeared dazed by the two resounding slaps.

She applauded Cheyenne and, with a few steps, embraced her. Kate, who was taller, leaned her head onto Cheyenne's shoulder, appearing victimized, her voice alternating between tears and laughter. "Cheyenne, Cheyenne, you've come! I knew you'd always be the best to me."

Cheyenne held Kate at arm's length, revealing a slight smile in her bright eyes, which didn't seem to match her external emotion.

"Humph, I've come because I couldn't bear to see you acting so foolishly, almost making a fool of yourself."

"Kate, my dear Kate, you're my second-in-command, but it seems you've failed to learn from my previous boldness. What are you doing wasting your time with this sobbing bitch?" She pointed at Peyton, and her voice oozed disdain.

Thinking back to her middle school days, Danielle had once punctured the tire of Kate's bicycle when she wasn't looking. When Cheyenne found out about it, she didn't hesitate to snatch Danielle's beloved Barbie doll right from her hands. In front of the whole class, she meticulously "dismembered" the beautiful Barbie doll with an art knife. She twisted the doll's head off and kicked it over to Danielle's feet. "The next time you dare pull any of these stunts behind my back, my knife won't just cut through this plastic doll, but through - your head!"

In the first year of middle school, Kate was just thirteen years old and had already earned the prestigious title of "Queen Bee" in the junior high school. Danielle's teachers were too frightened to say anything, and the poor girl ended up wetting herself in public. It became a traumatic childhood memory for her, something she was reminded of whenever she thought of Cheyenne.

That was one of the reasons why Danielle loathed Cheyenne so much. Kate remembered the days when she was protected by Cheyenne. She had lived comfortably under the shelter of her best friend, playing the role of the loyal sidekick.

After their high school entrance exams, they were forced to part ways, and without Cheyenne by her side, Kate reverted to her former timid self. She swore that she would learn from Cheyenne in the future. Being the second in command, she couldn't stand being bullied by a powerless hypocrite! It was truly humiliating.

At this moment, Peyton's cheeks were swollen on both sides. Her not-so-pretty face now bore two fresh, reddish handprints.

Then, she felt something warm slide down her nostrils, and her gaze shifted towards her nose. Two red streams of liquid slowly flowed from her nostrils. She reached out to wipe it away, feeling the warm and sticky liquid on her pale fingers.

Blood!

She... she was having a nosebleed!!!

A piercing scream that could rupture eardrums echoed in the office, making everyone outside instinctively cover their ears. It was too painful to bear!

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