Chapter 5 - The Strike
Driven to pure desperation and blind rage, Victoria lost all control. “You lie! My father owns sixty percent of the voting shares! You’re nothing!”
Victoria lunged forward, her diamond-encrusted manicured hand reaching out to viciously shove Maya back toward the ground.
She expected an easy target. She expected a weak, disabled woman.
In a split second, Maya’s right arm swept up with blinding speed. Her grip snapped around Victoria’s wrist like a steel vice, stopping the blow cold in mid-air. Victoria gasped as the pressure tightened around her arm.
SLAP!
A sharp, crisp crack echoed off the gilded walls as Maya delivered a clean, stinging palm strike across Victoria’s cheek. The force sent the socialite staggering back three steps, clutching her red, burning face in absolute shock. The room went so quiet you could hear the soft humming of the crystal chandeliers above.
“How dare you touch me!” Victoria shrieked, tears of humiliation welling up in her eyes. “I will have you put in prison for the rest of your life!”
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“You can try,” Maya replied, her face utterly expressionless. “But first, check your pocket.”
👉 Read PART 6 to see what happens when the phones in the ballroom start ringing all at once!
