Chapter 184

Chapter 184:

So, this was Duran’s daughter.

Hadley smiled, rubbing her still-tingling cheek.

“Miss Murray,” Hadley said coolly, her calmness unwavering, “may I ask if your father knows you’re here today?”

The young woman, Vera Murray, froze, her face tightening.

“My dad’s blinded by you, you little vixen! He doesn’t need to know about this. I’ll make him see the truth about you! I’m warning you—leave him alone, or don’t blame me for what happens next!”

Vera glared at Hadley, her eyes burning with such hatred that it felt like she wanted to strike her down right then and there.

“Miss Murray,” Hadley responded with a light shake of her head, her smile tinged with mild amusement. “Please excuse my frankness, but your father is a grown man—divorced and single. It’s entirely up to him who he decides to be with now. Even as his daughter, it’s not your place to meddle.”

Vera’s expression twisted in shock. “So, you won’t leave him?”

Steadily meeting Vera’s incredulous look, Hadley remained resolute. “Correct. I will stay unless Mr. Murray tells me otherwise.”

“You—!”

Vera’s anger surged beyond her initial fury as she stormed in. Her brows furrowed tightly together, her face twisted with rage. “You have no shame! Do you think you can just charm men and get what you want with your looks? Well, watch this! I’ll make sure you can’t deceive anyone else after I’m through with you!”

In a surge of fury, Vera lunged at Hadley, grabbing her hair with a fierce grasp.

“Ah!” A sharp pain shot through Hadley’s scalp, causing her to cry out, her face contorted in agony. “What are you doing? Let go of me!”

“Let go?” A dark, menacing laugh escaped Vera. “Feeling frightened now? It’s too late! Just wait until I’m finished with you!”

Hadley wasn’t about to passively endure the attack. She quickly grabbed Vera’s wrist, attempting to loosen her grip.

𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝔤𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀[.]𝖼𝗈𝗆

“You think you can hit me? Didn’t your family ever teach you the consequences of being a home-wrecker?”

Their struggle intensified, turning into a fierce tangle of limbs.

Caught off-guard, Lennon was at a loss.

“Stop this! Miss Murray, think about what will happen if your father learns of this—”

“Let him find out!”

Vera’s defiance was evident. “Do you really think my father would choose a cheap dancer like you over his own daughter, even if I went too far today? That’s laughable!”

Reluctant to physically intervene, Lennon looked desperately to the others. “Someone help separate them!”

“Right!” Several women rushed to intervene, trying to pry them apart.

However, their attempt only escalated Vera’s rage. Breathing heavily, her eyes wild with fury, she scoffed, “You’ve got help? Good! Let’s see how you manage now!”

In a frantic assault, she lunged forward again—this time, her fingers tightening around Hadley’s neck.

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