Chapter 299

“You even planned to push all the blame on your colleague?! I’ve really underestimated you!”
Unprepared for all of this, Joyce was sent into a daze as Mrs. Smith slapped her, causing her to lose
her balance and fall to the floor. “Ahh!” she screamed in pain. Stella watched quietly on the sidelines. In
her hand was Joyce’s phone, which she was looking through. She discovered that not only was Joyce
badmouthing her with Mr. Smith, but she was also pestering him about when he was going to get a
divorce. She really had no idea when Joyce started hooking up with Mr. Smith, even though she had
been Ruby’s private tutor all this time. Who knew she’d been sneaking around with Ruby’s father all
along? The slap clearly did little to satisfy Mrs. Smith, because she was still furious that Joyce had just
played a trick on her. “You are a plucky one,” she spat. “I’ll give you that! No one dares to mess with
me! Don’t you know who I am? Well, I’ll teach you a lesson today!” Joyce was just about to get up, but
Mrs. Smith struck her again. Not only that, she went down, sat on top of her, and started hitting her
repeatedly. “Help! Help!” Joyce shouted. “Security! Hurry up! Drag this woman away!” The security
guards stepped closer, but they were at a loss of what to do, seeing that they were both women. “Ella!”
Joyce pleaded helplessly, her face now scratched up and filled with red blotches. “Help me, please!
Ella!”

“You have the gall to call for her help?!” yelled Mrs. Smith. “Surely, even you couldn’t be that
shameless! You changed your name and photo on my husband’s phone to hers so she would be the
scapegoat! And now you’re asking for her help? You’re not just shameless. You’re a vicious snake!”

Stella watched quietly, not bothering to lift a finger or say anything. It now made sense why Joyce had
been acting weirdly around her. She was probably planning to throw all the blame on her.

Joyce had assumed that her brilliant plan would enable her to escape unscathed if Mrs. Smith found
out about the affair, besides teaching the haughty Ella Steele a lesson or two at the same time. Yet
things had not turned out the way she expected.



The crowd was still watching too. Many of them even pulled out their phones and recorded the scene.
Seeing that the crowd was growing in size, Stella thought it best to leave. But as she turned around,
she bumped into Yvonne, who had just arrived.



“What’s going on here?” Yvonne asked.

Stella plainly regurgitated what had just happened to her. Yvonne’s countenance instantly darkened,
and she glared sternly at Joyce Duxton,

“…I can’t believe that she’s such a conniving liar!” she exclaimed.

Still, Yvonne was in charge of this place, so she couldn’t just let such a scandalous scene go on without
doing anything. She instructed the security guards to break up the fight and get Mrs. Smith away from
Joyce for the time being. Only with Yvonne’s instruction did the guards dare to touch Mrs. Smith. Once
they’d removed Mrs. Smith away from Joyce, she gradually calmed down, and her anger subsided a
little. “I’m sorry, Yvonné,” she said. “I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble. I just can’t stand how
shameless this woman has been, sneaking around trying to seduce my husband, so I had to come and
teach her a lesson or two!” Yvonne and Mrs. Smith were acquaintances, so Mrs. Smith had to treat her
with some respect. Yvonne herself recognized Mrs. Smith from the start. She had known Mrs. Smith to
be the kind of woman with only two things on her mind-shopping, and chasing women away from her
husband.

“I understand, Mrs. Smith,” Yvonne replied. “I don’t want to butt into your private disputes, but my
training center is going to close soon, and she’s no longer my employee, so I hope you can resolve this
matter elsewhere.”



“Yes, of course!” Mrs. Smith smoothed her messy hair with her fingers and turned to Joyce.” Just you
wait! I’m definitely not done with you! I won’t let you get away for playing tricks on me!”

She seemed like another person when addressing Joyce, compared to the polite and friendly face she
put on when speaking with Yvonne. Then her eyes turned to Stella, and she looked a little
embarrassed. “I’m… sorry I misunderstood you,” she said stiffly.


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