âBitch, go to hell!â
A few people saw the blade as the woman swung.
They screamed in alarm, but they were either too far or too stunned to stop her.
âWatch out!â
Not a drop of blood was spilled.
The dagger froze in place just as its tip was about to plunge into Noelleâs abdomen.
That was because a pair of hands were clutching the womanâs wrist holding the dagger.
The âelderly ladyâ shifted her gaze and found her eyes locked with cold starry eyes.
âYou.
.
Itâs you.
.
Lucinda let out a scornful laugh.
âSalome, I never thought youâd stoop so low.
â
As she finished speaking, a fierce glint gleamed in her eyes.
She forcefully twisted Salomeâs wrist and the sound of a bone cracking echoing in the air.
âAh! My hand!â
Salomeâs face contorted in pain, causing the dagger she held to slip from her grasp and clatter to the ground.
In a swift motion, Lucinda lifted her foot and delivered a solid kick to Salomeâs leg.
Salome collapsed to the floor, unable to get back up.
The staff were all stunned.
âWhat are you waiting for? Take Noelle to rinse her eyes,â Lucinda bellowed.
âYes, yes.
â
The assistant swiftly grabbed a dry towel to wrap around the drenched Noelle and led her towards the restroom.
Frustration consumed Salome as she watched her scheme fail.
She had used her last savings to acquire Noelleâs schedule at Barnard.
Pointing her finger at Lucinda, she let out a hysterical scream.
âWhy did you save her? I became the target of online mockery and had to withdraw from Butterfly Girls.
Not to mention the ten-million-dollar penalty I have to pay.
Itâs all her fault! She deserved it Lucinda let out a snort with a mocking smile.
âI was the one who instructed someone to leak your explicit photo and forced you away from Butterfly Girls.
I orchestrated this whole thing.
Here I am, right in front of you.
Come, kill me.
â