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Chapter_87
Elaine muttered under her breath, “Hannah, how can you be so rude to Whitney? Whitney, get up. You’ll catch a cold.”
She moved toward Whitney slowly, her steps measured as she helped her to her feet.
Hannah’s anger flared instantly. “Elaine, why even bother with her? She’s beneath us. You think you’re special, Whitney? Everyone knows you only got with Big Bro because you had a plan. In a year, you’ll be out on your ear. You’re manipulative, and I’m just giving you what you deserve, on behalf of him.”
As she spoke, Hannah lifted her glass again, ready to throw more fuel onto the fire.
“Hannah!” Elaine snapped, her voice sharp with exasperation. “Your brother asked me to look after Whitney. What do you think you’re doing?”
Mentioning Nolan only made Hannah’s jealousy burn hotter. She shot a glare at Whitney, whose calm expression only seemed to make Hannah more infuriated.
Whitney exchanged a brief glance with Elaine, her eyes saying everything without words.
But as Hannah’s drink flew through the air, Whitney had had enough. In a fluid motion, she twisted Hannah’s wrist, redirecting the assault, and poured the contents of the glass all over Hannah’s head.
“Aah!” Hannah shrieked, caught completely off guard as the cold liquid drenched her hair and dripped down her back. The glass clattered to the floor.
Screams rang through the private room, but before the chaos could escalate, footsteps and commotion sounded at the door. “What’s going on?” Nolan’s voice was heard as he stormed in, his gaze flicking over the scene in shock.
Whitney turned just as L entered, his presence filling the room like a storm. Dressed in a sharp black shirt and slacks, he looked every bit the commanding figure, the silver mask he wore casting shadows over his face. His eyes locked onto Whitney’s, and for a moment, the rest of the room seemed to fade away. She felt her heart skip, her skin prickling from the intensity of his gaze.
Ludwik’s eyes didn’t leave her, his gaze burning with an emotion she couldn’t quite place.
Elaine noticed the charged silence between them and pressed her lips together, keenly aware of the tension.
Hannah, spotting L, brightened immediately and rushed toward him, pointing an accusatory finger at Whitney. “Big Bro! This woman dared to throw her drink at me! She actually thinks she’s your wife, treating me like dirt. You need to do something about this!”
Her sobs were dramatic, calculated to pull at anyone’s sympathies.
Ludwik’s eyes shifted to Whitney, but his expression remained unreadable.
Whitney stood tall, facing him squarely. Her demeanor was cold, unyielding. If he tried to defend Elaine like he had that night, she’d file for divorce without a second thought.
“Why is there alcohol in this room?” Ludwik’s voice was frosty as he addressed the manager.
The manager stammered, visibly terrified. “Hannah insisted on drinking.”
Ludwik’s gaze turned icy, his demeanor chilling. He turned to Hannah, his voice low but piercing. “I don’t care if she threw her drink at you. But if you had thrown that drink on her, my child could have been exposed to alcohol, Hannah.”
His words struck like a cold slap, and Hannah’s face went pale with shock.
Whitney’s surprise mirrored Hannah’s. Was this man actually defending her without hesitation?
Ludwik ignored the stunned silence and walked past them, taking a seat on the central sofa with a calm authority that made the entire room freeze.
Nolan, however, was less composed. He shot a disdainful look at Hannah. “Who even invited you here?” His voice was full of frustration. “Don’t mess with Bro’s business.”
His patience with his cousin had clearly run out.
Hannah glared at him, her voice seething. “I’m your sister, Nolan!” she spat, narrowing her eyes at Whitney, who she saw as nothing more than a threat to her position.
Elaine broke the awkward silence, her voice smooth and conciliatory. “The little spat with Hannah was just a misunderstanding. Let’s not make a big deal out of it, everyone. Whitney, come sit by Bro and patch things up.”
Her words were meant to soothe, but they only made the tension worse. Ludwik’s eyes turned cold at the suggestion.
Whitney glanced at Elaine and shrugged off her hand with a cool indifference. “Why so eager, Elaine?”
Ludwik’s expression darkened at her refusal, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face.
Even Nolan felt the awkwardness, but Elaine was at a loss. “I’m sorry, Whitney,” she said, voice soft but clearly trying to smooth things over. “I thought that after all this time, you might have forgiven him.”
Her words, intended to ease the situation, only made Ludwik look worse. His gaze hardened, and his irritation was palpable.
Hannah scoffed, unable to hide her disdain. “Elaine, why bother being nice to her? She’s completely full of herself, doesn’t know her place.”
Ludwik said nothing, his expression unreadable as he simply observed the scene unfolding in front of him. His cold presence seemed to freeze the room.
Whitney remained composed, casting a sidelong glance at Elaine. The woman’s true feelings were carefully hidden, but Whitney saw the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. Whitney had known this was a test, and she’d played it perfectly. Her rejection had set off a chain reaction—provoking Ludwik, riling up Hannah, and giving Elaine exactly what she wanted.
Her lips curled into a faint smirk just as Ludwik’s low voice broke through the tension. “Elaine, sit down.”
Elaine nodded obediently, her eyes flicking to Whitney. “Bro, it’s natural for Whitney to be upset.”
Hannah, unbothered by Elaine’s attempt to mediate, pushed past Whitney with a sneer. “Does she really think she’s all that?”
Ludwik’s frown deepened as his gaze met Whitney’s once more. His eyes were unreadable, but the tension between them seemed to intensify.
Whitney, now fed up, strode over to the table, grabbed a glass of water, and splashed it directly onto Hannah’s face with a quick, decisive motion.
The ice cubes hit Hannah’s face with a sharp crack, and she screamed again. “Ah! Whitney, you soaked me! Are you out of your mind?”
Whitney’s voice was icily calm as she spoke. “I think Hannah’s had one too many.” Her eyes narrowed as she watched the girl sputter. “Just helping you sober up before you go out in public and end up in the station.”
She took out her phone and dialed 911. “Officer, there’s a woman here trying to seduce my husband, and I’m pregnant. Please come.”
Before she could finish, Hannah snatched the phone from her hands, pointing an accusing finger. “You’re insane! A total lunatic!”
“That’s still better than being a slut trying to steal someone else’s husband,” Whitney retorted.
Hannah’s face contorted with rage. “What do you mean, your husband? You just got knocked up by Big Bro, and that’s it. With your looks, he would never want you.”
Whitney’s face darkened. “My looks? My looks made your dear Big Bro insatiable that night. As for you, you don’t even stand a chance at carrying his child. How pitiful, Hannah.”
“YOU!” Hannah’s face turned beet red with fury, her hands trembling in frustration.
