Chapter 383

To Gareth's surprise, Hannah actually took the business card from his hand.

A flicker of triumph shot through Gareth. He thought she'd finally accepted reality and was ready to yield, and his grin stretched wider.

But without sparing him a glance, Hannah lowered her eyes at the business card and read aloud, her voice dripping with mockery. "Everest Materials Co., Ltd.. Serously? You dare flaunt a tiny workshop like this in front of me?"

Her scorn hung in the air, sharp and deliberate.

Gareth froze, the smile on his face stiffening. "You-"His complexion darkened with rage and humiliation. "Hannah Scott,who do you think you are? Do you still think you're the prom queen everyone admired? Look at you now-you're nothing but Vincent's cast-off-"

Smack! The card flicked from Hannah's hand and smacked Gareth squarely across the mouth.

Before he could react, her high heel shot forward, slamming into his bloated stomach.

The kick wasn't brutal, but it landed with cruel precision,sending his bulky frame stumbling backward.

Clutching his belly, Gareth let out a strangled roar. "How dare you hit me? I'll make you regret this!"

He lunged at her, but Hannah merely shifted back, her movements calm, almost lazy. With the slightest tilt of her chin, movements calm, almost lazy. With the slightest tilt of her chin,she signaled to the two bodyguards behind her.

The bodyguards stepped forward at once, pinning Gareth with ease.

"Mrs. Jones," one of the bodyguards called, awaiting her instructions.

Hannah pulled out a handkerchief, wiping the fingers that had touched his business card, her face twisted in disgust. Her lips curved as she said coldly, "That hand of his... It's far too unruly.Break it."

"Yes."

Crack! The sound was sickening. Gareth's wrist bent at a grotesque angle.

"Ah! My hand! My hand!" Gareth's scream tore through the hallway as he crumpled to the floor. "Hannah! You vile witch!You'll pay for this! I'll curse you till you die!" he spat,raving through the pain.

The commotion drew a new voice.

"Oh my! What's going on here? Honey! Honey, are you hurt?"Clarissa Barnes, Gareth's wife, rushed forward, her face stricken.

A sharp gleam flickered in Hannah's eyes. Perfect. She needed Vincent here. She turned slightly to one of the bodyguards."Go tell Vincent I'm being harassed at the hospital."

Her meaningful gaze swept over Gareth, still writhing on the floor, before sliding to Clarissa, who looked ready to hurl herself at her.

The bodyguard paused and then nodded. "Understood."

Clarissa dropped beside her husband, aghast at his twisted wrist.Then, she leapt up, finger jabbing at Hannah as she shouted,

Then, she leapt up, finger jabbing at Hannah as she shouted,"You shameless tramp! Couldn't lure my husband, so you had him beaten up instead? Is there no justice left?Oh-Irrecognize you now. I saw you in his graduation photos. You were the notorious slut back then, and marriage hasn't changed you one bit!"

Hannah didn't even blink as if the insults rolled off her. She watched Clarissa with cool disdain and then let out a cold,dismissive laugh. "You know, not everyone has terrible taste like you. Look at your husband-bloated, greasy, reeking of sweat. Do you honestly believe I'd waste even a glance on him?What's supposed to attract me-the stench, the fat, or that sleazy face of his?"

Hannah's words sliced deep, silencing Clarissa.Red-faced,she trembled with humiliation as the crowd around them snickered,their gazes on Gareth dripping with contempt.

Then, Hannah's tone softened, almost tender. "Besides, I'm a married woman. My husband is a thousand times the man your pathetic one could ever hope to be."

That was the line Vincent heard as he strode into the scene