Valerie’s eyes were filled with undisguised disdain.
She let out a sneer and tossed the phone over.
On the screen, only Blayne’s back was visible, but Terri’s legs were clearly wrapped around his waist.
The way their lower bodies overlapped made it look like she was begging for him.
In the world of adults, some things don’t need to be spelled out.
Terri’s expression tightened. “It’s not what you think—”
Before she could finish, Valerie’s slap landed hard across Terri’s face.
“A stray raised under someone else’s roof, and you actually think you’re a real Darton?”
Five distinct finger marks instantly appeared on Terri’s pale skin.
She wasn’t the type to just take it. Clenching her teeth, she wanted to slap back.
Her fingers curled, but then, they loosened. In the end, she held back.
Valerie sat at an angle, looking down at her, her gaze sharp with warning.
“I’ll arrange a match for you. You and Blayne aren’t legally married, so when I tell you to leave, you leave.
“Terri, be smart. Don’t covet things that aren’t yours.”
With that, Valerie stepped out of the car.
Terri froze. Her skin was fair, making the slap mark stand out even more, both in color and in pain.