I smiled, nodding in agreement.
"And that’s not all!"
With a flick of my wrist, I scattered the screenshots showing Cassandra behind the wheel of her Maserati, hitting me that very morning.
"Not only did she use my husband’s money to buy this car, but she also tried to kill me with it!"
The moment those words left my mouth, the expressions of the wealthy clients shifted instantly.
One of the clients, who had just been served by Cassandra, was so furious that she slapped her across the face.
"I can’t believe I let this mistress touch me. How revolting!"
"Mrs. Vasquez, it’s not true! Don’t believe her lies. She’s the real mistress!" Cassandra pointed at me with trembling hands.
"Don’t you know? The one who isn’t loved is the actual mistress! What she’s doing makes her no better than one! I’ve known Sanz way longer than she has!" She added.
Her voice grew more hysterical as she continued.
"We’ve been in love for so long! If it weren’t for her, Sanz would’ve married me a long time ago! She’s the one who ruined everything!"
Her outburst was almost laughable to me.
"Oh, really?" I raised an eyebrow and slapped her across the face, hard.