Chapter 483
"Oh, don't getwrong," the woman sneered. "I just wanted to see what kind of thick-skinned person would still
dare to show up here. You caused the death of a student, you're literally her murderer. What, did you chere
hoping to win back Mr. Reynolds?"
She clicked her tongue twice in mock pity. "Such a shame. You should take a good look. Mr. Reynolds isn't into
women like you. Open your eyes and see who's standing beside him. That's the perfect woman, his childhood
sweetheart, the one he truly loves. You're delusional if you think you have a chance. A murderer like you will
always be despised. If | were you, I'd leave now before making a fool of myself."
"Exactly! You should just get out of here before you make yourself sick watching Miss Wilson and Mr. Reynolds
together."
Sarah set her wine glass down with a soft thud, the sound heavy against the table.
"That's why you're not me."
Her gaze turned icy as she looked at the woman.
"Judging from your tone, | can already guess what kind of person you are cold, arrogant, sharp-tongued, and
overconfident. But deep down, you fear those stronger than you. So tell me, who sent you to bark in my face?
The Sanders family might not be as powerful as the Reynolds, but that doesn't mean people like you can toy with
me. If | were you, I'd bow my head and leave now. Because if | find out which family you belong to... who knows
what kind of trouble might cyour way?"
"You-!" The woman raised a trembling finger at Sarah, her face flushing with anger.
But in an instant, she lowered her head, knowing Sarah was right.
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Melvin was not someone to be trifled with.
She had only con Vivian Wilson's orders, but she knew very well that if things went south, Vivian would
never step in to protect her.
"Sarah Sanders, don't celebrate too soon. We may not be able to bring you down, but don't forget-your real
enemies aren't us. An ant can't shake a tree, and an egg can't break a stone. This is just a warning... so you
don't fall too hard when the tcomes. Let's go!"
As the women left, Sarah furrowed her brows.
She had expected trouble before coming to this gala—she just hadn't expected it to cthis early.
It wasn't long before the brief moment of peace was interrupted.
A man suddenly approached Sarah, a nauseating smirk plastered across his face. "Miss Sanders, right?"
His eyes roamed over her figure with blatant disrespect.
"Well, | didn't expect this... First, you were married to James, then you dated Zachary. And yet, after all that,
you've still managed to keep such a stunning figure."
"Get lost," Sarah snapped, nearly throwing the wine in her hand at him.
"Feisty, aren't you?" He chuckled, completely unfazed. "But what's the use? In the end, you still can't keep a
man. James left, Zachary too. Look over there-see
that? The men you loved all ended up choosing their so-called first love.
"Instead of sulking over it, why not just be my girl?"
He sat down beside her, leaning in far too close. His hand moved toward her, fingers grazing the air just above
her skin.
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"But if you play your cards right and keepsatisfied... who knows? | might be able to help-"
"Get lost!"
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The man choked, his words dying in his throat.
He stared at her, stunned, his face dripping red as if it had been stained with blood.
"You... How dare you throw wine at me?!"
They were in a secluded corner, away from the main crowd, so no one had witnessed the humiliating scene.
The man's face turned an even
deeper shade of red-partly from tage,
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Now, however, the deep red blotches looked like an ugly, splotched painting-one made of pure disgrace.