"Well, well. Look who it is. Turns out it's the useless woman Dylan discarded," Amara sneered.
Without a second thought, I took her wrist and snapped it hard.
I didn't even flinch when I did it.
"Did you forget about the leg in the bathroom?" I asked calmly. "Should I get you a more realistic pair?"
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The sound of bone breaking echoed through the hall.
For a moment, there was dead silence, and then came her heart-wrenching, full of panic scream.
Amara's wrist hung at an unnatural angle, and her face went pale as she glared at me.
"Elaine! You crazy woman! Three years ago, I was kind enough to let you keep your pitiful life!"
Her voice was shrill, shaking with rage. "With Dylan protecting me, I can make you fall from the clouds again, just like before. I'll make sure you don't keep your other leg, too!"
A few of the socialites around her, their faces twisted with judgment, started to move in closer.
"You're insane! How could you hurt Amara?"
"Do you even know who she is? She's having the Chairman of Hartman Group's baby!"
One woman, the leader of the group, poked my forehead with her sharp nails.