There was another stir in the crowd.
It's not unusual for elites to have affairs, or for a wealthy lady to find a gigolo outside, but when it's brought to light, it changes the nature of things.
People always wear a facade of righteousness, critiquing others' immorality.
Aurelia Shaw's brow furrowed imperceptibly.
Suddenly, a shadow rushed toward her, holding a glass of wine, intending to pour it over her.
Aurelia Shaw's eyes turned cold. She sidestepped while tapping the assailant's wrist and tripping her foot, causing the wine to spill entirely on Violet Ramsey's dress.
The white dress imdiately had a red stain seeping into the chest area, revealing two thick chest pads.
Recalling that at the party, Jovana Shaw and Violet Ramsey had their eyes continually fixated on the n, everyone imdiately understood.
"So they turned Mr. Campbell's gathering into a matchmaking party."
Leo Campbell's face showed so embarrassnt.
Aurelia Shaw chuckled lightly.
Due to her subtle movents earlier, no one noticed she deliberately tripped Violet Ramsey; they assud Violet intended to splash soone else, mistakenly spilling it on herself.
She deserved it.
Aurelia Shaw raised her eyebrows, casually saying, "Fake is ultimately fake, can't beco real—whether it's true or false, everyone can see with a glance, no need to say more."
With a few simple words, she defused the dirt flung at her.
Everyone's eyes lit up.
The slightly upturned corner of her mouth carried a hint of disdain; clearly, she hadn't done anything, yet her every gesture exuded a sense of nobility—this was a true heiress.
In contrast, Jovana Shaw looked timidly hidden behind others, appearing too petty.
Who is real, who is fake, it's obvious at a glance.
Brilliant, those words were brilliantly spoken.
Seeing her fra-up failed, only bringing ruin upon herself, Violet Ramsey was full of jealousy and hatred toward Aurelia Shaw, covering her chest with one hand while the other swung towards Aurelia's face.
This slap was heavy, absolutely rciless.
Snap!
Aurelia Shaw intercepted her wrist mid-way, tightening her grip, making Violet Ramsey's expression change from pain, "Ah—my hand is about to break, it's going to break, murder, soone call the police, there's a murder happening here."
Everyone looked at her with a gaze reserved for fools.
It was clearly her causing trouble first, throwing insult for a long ti, yet the other party never retorted.
Attempting to splash the wine, eventually spilling it on herself, she raged and yelled, utterly humiliating.
Moreover, the ship had sailed into the open sea, where's the signal?
Forget contacting the police, even if a murder happened here, the cops couldn't arrive.
Aurelia Shaw pushed, sending Violet Ramsey off balance.
Violet Ramsey fell to the ground, her backside hurt too much to stand, she ignored her butt and clutched her wrist, the pain was excruciating, almost twisted off by Aurelia just now.
Filled with both anger and resentnt inside.
Violet Ramsey was a very narrow-minded person.
Imdiately, she pointed at Aurelia Shaw, cursing loudly: "Murder, you're murdering, twisting my hand off, do you want to break my neck too! You're truly terrifying."
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