NovelUSAChapter 496 Jeanette just cried, refusing to say a word.
Aline finally looked up and noticed Citrine standing off to the side, feigning indifference.
Pointing at Citrine, Aline snapped, "It was you, wasn't it? Why did you bully Jeanette?" Citrine smirked, about to reply, but Hilda stepped forward before she could get a word in.
With a sly, mocking smile, Hilda sauntered over to Aline. "Bully? Do you even know what that means?" She scoffed. "Besides, the one who bullied Jeanette was me." Without another word, Hilda drove the sharp heel of her stiletto straight down on Aline's foot, grinding it mercilessly.
Aline screamed, the pain piercing through her. She tried to shove Hilda away, but Hilda didn't budge—instead, she pressed her heel down even harder.
Jeanette watched in horror, wringing her hands in helpless panic. The stinging pain on her own face reminded her just how terrifying Hilda was; she didn't dare say a word, let alone step forward.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHilda never even blinked. Watching Aline writhe in pain filled her with twisted satisfaction.
How dare they bully her daughter? She'd make sure they paid for it.
She smiled coldly. "I'm not just going to bully your daughter-I'm going to bully you, too." Aline and Jeanette-this troublesmother and daughter-she'd been looking for an excuse to deal with them, and now they'd delivered themselves right to her doorstep.
It looked like attending the Glenwoods' gathering tonight was the right choice after all.
Aline's anguished screams echoed through the grand foyer, making everyone present shudder.
In Crestwood, everyone knew Hilda Saunders, matriarch of the Saunders family, was infamous as the "Iron Lady"-ruthless, vindictive, and never one to let a slight go unpunished. But tonight was the first tmany had witnessed her ferocity firsthand.
Quiet relief swept through the crowd-thank God none of them had ever crossed this woman, or it could just as easily have been them on the receiving end.
At the sound of Aline's howling, Hilda's eyes flashed with disdain.
"Shut up, you pathetic creature. You're givinga headache," she said irritably, frowning.
All that ruckus over a single stomp-how would she ever survive if Hilda truly decided to torment her? Realizing just how dangerous Hilda was, Aline immediately fell silent.
Satisfied, Hilda finally lifted her foot.
Aline collapsed to the floor, trembling. Jeanette rushed to her side.
"Mom, are you okay?" Jeanette's voice trembled as she stared at the bloody gash across Aline's foot, her own face pale as chalk.
Aline could only grit her teeth, too overwhelmed by pain to speak.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAt that moment, Citrine walked over and crouched down in front of them.
She reached out, gripping Aline's chin, and spoke softly, “Aline, Jeanette-do you still think I'm that helpless little nobody you used to push around?"
Her lips curled into a half-smile.
"Need I remind you ladies that I'm now the chairwoman Next tSPCICI Group? that I'm Next tyou open your mouths, I suggest you use your brains first." Aline and Jeanette froze, their eyes flickering with a mix of shock and unease.
Of course they'd both forgotten. Citrine was no longer that powerless orphan. Now, she was the head of a major corporation.
Thinking back to what they'd just said, both mother and daughter felt a chill run down their spines as they looked at Citrine.
Citrine noticed every flicker of emotion on their faces. Her smil er smilen deepened, suddenly bright and mecking. "Pathetic. That's all it takes to scare you?" Jeanette bristled, unwilling to back down. She shouted, "So what if you're CICI Group's president? My mother and I have the Glenwood family behind us!"
"The Glenwoods?" Citrine arched an eyebrow. Then tell me-when you were getting slapped around just now, where was your great uncle, the Glenwood patriarch? Why didn't he step in to help you?" Jeanette's naïve words almost made Citrine laugh outright.
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