Chapter 8 - The Arrogant Defense
Victoria Vance stepped forward, her expensive diamond necklace sparkling under the lights as she scoffed with cruel disdain.
"So what if my father protected our family interests?" Victoria said, her tone arrogant and unbothered by the stares of two hundred guests. "Look at her, Julian! She’s a nobody! A former clinic nurse living in a rented apartment! You think she belongs in our world?"
Victoria stepped toward little Mia, her eyes full of venom. "This little brat wouldn't even have a future without my father's funding! You should be thanking us for keeping your reputation clean!"
SLAP!
A sharp sound cracked through the ballroom.
The crowd gasped in utter shock.
Julian hadn't hit her—Naomi had.
Naomi stood tall, her head held high, her gold dress radiant as she placed herself squarely between Victoria and her daughter. Her hand was steady, her eyes flashing with a fierce mother's courage.
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"Call my daughter a brat again," Naomi said, her voice dropping into a cold, terrifying whisper, "and see what a mother protecting her child really looks like."
👉 What surprise guest walked into the ballroom right as Richard Vance called for his legal team?
