Chapter 142
Beatrice Quincy stood before the bathroom mirror, her gaze locked onto her reflection.
Her nails dug deep into her palms, knuckles turning white.
That bitch Evelyn Laurent!
A country bumpkin dared to humiliate her in public!
She was Beatrice Quincy, the Quincy family's heiress and a rising star in Hollywood. How could she lose to that vulgar woman?
Julian Langley actually rejected her for that trash!
The memory of Julian shielding Evelyn made Beatrice's chest heave violently.
She swept all the cosmetics off the counter with a violent motion.
The sound of shattering glass echoed sharply in the empty bathroom.
Then a stall door suddenly opened.
Bianca Fairchild hurried out with her head down, but froze when she saw Beatrice.
"Stop."
Beatrice's voice slithered out like a venomous snake.
She grabbed Bianca's wrist, nails sinking into flesh.
"Running away from me?"
Bianca gasped in pain but didn't dare struggle. "Miss Quincy, I wasn't—"
"Shut up!"
Beatrice slapped her across the face.
The sharp crack of the blow reverberated through the bathroom.
Bianca's cheek immediately swelled, a trickle of blood appearing at the corner of her mouth.
"Remember your place." Beatrice gripped her chin. "You're just a dog the Quincy family keeps."
She leaned closer, her voice icy. "I heard you've been quite popular on set lately?"
Bianca trembled. "I...I haven't—"
"Better not." Beatrice sneered. "Don't forget your grandmother's still lying in that hospital bed."
She suddenly yanked Bianca's hair. "Were you laughing inside when Evelyn humiliated me?"
Tears streamed down Bianca's face as she shook her head frantically.
Beatrice shoved her against the wall. "Keep an eye on Evelyn for me. If I find out you're disobeying me..."
She left the threat unfinished, but Bianca's face had already turned ashen.
The flickering bathroom lights cast eerie shadows across Beatrice's twisted expression.
Staring at Bianca's disheveled reflection, she suddenly smiled. "Get out. Remember—you'll never escape my grasp."
As Bianca stumbled out of the bathroom, she faintly heard Beatrice's chilling whisper behind her:
"Evelyn Laurent...this isn't over."