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Chapter_258
There was a slight, unmistakable hint of anger in Aurora’s usually composed expression. A cold laugh escaped her lips. “If I hadn’t come in, I wouldn’t have known you all have been gossiping behind my back. So tell me, when did this start? You claim you don’t know me well?”
Gloria’s face froze. She immediately realized that her attempt to stay on good terms with both sides had completely backfired. There was no escaping this awkward situation. She sat there in silence, avoiding eye contact.
The other women exchanged nervous glances, quickly realizing they needed to do damage control. They shook their heads, denying Aurora’s accusations and trying to sweet-talk their way out of it.
“No, Mrs. Chavez, definitely not. Why would we ever speak badly of you? It’s all a misunderstanding,” one woman stammered.
“Right, a misunderstanding! We were just having a casual chat,” another one hurriedly added.
“Yes, Mrs. Chavez, you’ve misunderstood us. We’d never dare to speak about the Chavez family like that,” they all tried to explain, their voices trembling with fear.
Aurora, of course, was no stranger to the business world. Her reputation alone could send ripples through the upper echelons of society. With the Chavez family backing her, she was an even more formidable figure. The women now feared that if Aurora went home and reported this, the consequences could escalate rapidly. After all, they were gossiping about Jeremiah Chavez, known as the “Living Reaper,” and his girlfriend. Clifford, Jeremiah’s son, was infamously devoted to Aurora, and they knew better than to test the boundaries of that loyalty.
Aurora remained seated, her fingers curled slightly in a silent display of restraint. But then, with a swift motion, she kicked the nearby stool over. The loud crash echoed across the café, sending a chill through everyone present.
The women visibly flinched, unsure of how to respond. They had never witnessed this side of Aurora—was this how a high-society lady was supposed to behave? Or was she just letting loose, like a street thug? Her posture alone screamed dominance, her cold eyes daring anyone to challenge her.
Aurora’s voice cut through the tense air, sharp and unwavering. “Go on then. You were speaking so freely when I wasn’t here, weren’t you? And now you think you have the nerve to talk about my son? Who gave you the courage to meddle in our business? Whether my son chooses a girl from Seacrity or from the countryside is none of your concern. If the Chavez family wants something, we have the means to get it. Money is not an issue for us—trust me, I could drown you all in it. And if my daughter-in-law comes from humble beginnings, I’ll support her, no matter what. So who do you think you are to gossip about her? Whether she’s a ‘match’ or not, that’s for my son to decide, not any of you!”
The women were speechless. The words Aurora had spoken were too harsh for them to handle. They had never been so publicly embarrassed, and their faces burned with shame.
A few of the more courageous women tried to argue back, their voices shaky but insistent. “Mrs. Chavez, we’re just speaking the truth. A girl from Seacrity doesn’t really suit Mr. Jeremiah Chavez.”
“That’s right. We’re just being fair to the Chavez family,” another added. “Your words are a bit too sharp, don’t you think?”
Aurora, without missing a beat, casually picked up a coffee cup and hurled it across the room. The porcelain shattered on the floor, sending coffee splattering everywhere.
The women gasped. They had never seen anyone act so ruthlessly. It was as though Aurora had completely shed her high-society persona, revealing a wild, untamed side.
Unfazed, she rolled up her sleeves and removed her high heels with a swift motion. In an instant, she lunged forward, grabbing Eleanore’s hair with both hands, pulling it mercilessly.
“Do we really need your opinions on the Chavez family’s affairs?” Aurora snarled, her voice dripping with contempt. “You think you know better than me? Let me make this clear: if Jeremiah chooses someone, no matter where she’s from, she’s the best woman in the world. If you keep badmouthing her, I’ll tear your mouths apart.”
Eleanore screamed in agony as Aurora yanked her hair even harder. The other women stood frozen, too terrified to move or intervene. The tension in the room was suffocating. Eleanore’s screams filled the space, but no one dared to step in.
Aurora, using her height to her advantage, pinned Eleanore in place. “Weren’t you the one asking about my son earlier? I told you the truth, but you didn’t believe me. What’s wrong with my natural beauty? What’s wrong with my happy marriage, my caring husband, and my dutiful son?”
The room was in chaos, but no one noticed Lucy and Yvette standing at the door, silently observing. Yvette leaned lazily against the doorframe, hands in her pockets, her eyes half-closed in amusement. Her face showed a mischievous smile, as if she were savoring every moment of the spectacle unfolding before her.
Lucy, standing next to Yvette, was completely speechless. The Aurora she had always known—sophisticated, composed, and calm—was nowhere to be seen. Now, she was witnessing the true extent of a mother’s protective love for her family. It was raw, powerful, and completely unrestrained.
Lucy couldn’t help but feel a bit envious. “Yvette, did you see that? That’s Aurora. Can you imagine which lucky girl gets to marry into the Chavez family with all that support? She’s not even married yet, and look at how protective she is. If her daughter-in-law does marry in, she’ll be like a queen! I’m so envious.”
Yvette glanced at Lucy with a subtle, amused look. Then, without taking her eyes off the chaotic scene inside, she spoke softly, “They’re trying to run.”
The moment Yvette spoke, everyone in the room turned their attention to the two beautiful women at the door. Aurora let go of Eleanore’s hair and straightened herself, giving Yvette a polite smile, her eyes sparkling with admiration. She genuinely admired Yvette’s calm composure, seeing her as the ideal daughter-in-law—elegant and poised, yet capable of holding her own.
Aurora’s cold smile returned as she addressed the women still trying to sneak away. “No need to run. I’ll deal with each of you one by one before you leave,” she said, her voice as icy as ever.
Yvette, with a graceful yet imposing demeanor, settled into a chair at the doorway. Her posture was impeccable, her legs long and elegant. She gave a low chuckle, adding, “Go ahead, continue. They won’t escape.”
Lucy was dumbfounded by Yvette’s effortless handling of the situation. She marveled at how Yvette had turned the tables so completely. There was no way these women were going anywhere anytime soon.
Aurora smiled with satisfaction, her hands still gripping Eleanore’s hair. She was in her element now, unapologetically assertive and unrelenting.
Five minutes later, after what seemed like an eternity, Aurora finally released her grip. Most of Eleanore’s hair had been pulled out, and the woman had screamed herself hoarse before fainting. The other women, broken and desperate, begged for mercy.
Aurora singled out the women who had spoken the most and pulled their hair in turn, giving a few well-placed kicks to those with short hair. Anyone who tried to run was swiftly stopped by Yvette, who had kept a close eye on the situation.
The entire showdown lasted for almost half an hour. Afterward, both Aurora and Yvette stood tall, surveying the disarray they had created. Aurora straightened her clothes and quickly made herself presentable, afraid of alarming Yvette with the chaos she had just caused. Lucy, still at a loss for words, thought to herself, ‘Is it too late to save face after all this?’
The room was now eerily quiet, except for the sounds of women groaning on the floor, too humiliated to speak. Aurora’s icy gaze swept over them once more, satisfied that her message had been received loud and clear.
