NovelBookChapter 837: Danna let out a scoff, her laughter dripping with mockery. "Corrine, if you cannot afford it, just admit it. No need to act as though I am the one being unreasonable." She crossed her arms, reveling in her supposed victory. "Everyone knows that haute couture dresses from Redamancg are nearly impossible to acquire, especially pieces from the mysterious designer, Corry. This dress costone million eight hundred thousand, and I have the receipt to prove it!" As if suddenly recalling something, she gave a theatrical gasp, feigning surprise. “Oh, that is right! Miss Holland, you cfrom such a humble background. It is no wonder you are unfamiliar with the exclusivity of Redamancg." Her words dripped with condescension, each syllable deliberately emphasized, ensuring that everyone within earshot grasped the social gap she believed separated them.
Corrine, however, merely chuckled. She met Danna's gaze, tilting her head slightly as if regarding something trivial. "Sometimes, a receipt does not prove everything. Your dress is worth no more than five hundred. As for the rest of the money, I imagine that is merely the cost of your stupidity." When Danna caught the biting sarcasm in Corrine's tone, fury flared through her like a lit match in a dry forest. Without a second thought, she raised her hand, aiming a slap at Corrine's face. "Corrine!" Her palm sliced through the air, the force behind it enough to draw a collective gasp from the crowd.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnlookers exchanged glances, torn between admiration for Danna's audacity to humiliate Corrine in front of Nate and sympathy for her inevitable fate.
But before the slap could land on her cheek, Corrine's hand shot up, catching Danna's wrist mid-air. She hadn't even blinked.
Her grip was ironclad, her expression a picture of calm, but the pressure of her fingers slowly intensified. Danna's face blanched, and a wince twisted her features as pain gnawed at her wrist.
She thrashed against Corrine's hold, desperation seeping into her every movement. Your story source galnove"Let go of me!" Danna's voice wavered, betraying the fear creeping into her spine.
If this went on, her wrist would snap! Corrine's expression didn't change. She held on, as if Danna's pleas were nothing more than whispers in the wind.
Panic swelled in Danna's chest. The pain was no longer a dull throb but a sharp, unbearable ache. She struggled with frantic energy, but it was all futile.
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Then, just as suddenly as she had seized her, Corrine released her grip. Danna, unprepared for the sudden N freedom, stumbled backward, her feet tangling as she collapsed ungracefully to the floor.
The fabric of her dress tore with a sickening rip, the seam splitting g\from seamn the side of her chest down to her waist at the back.
A strangled cry escaped her lips. Her hands darted back and forth, trying to shield both her waist and chest, but it was a futile endeavor. She wrapped her arms around herself, curling into a protective ball. Her glare, venomous and seething, fixed on Corrine as if sheer hatred could tear her apart.
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