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Chapter 84 Do You Think You Can Push Me Around?

Their scandal had been publicly exposed.

Martin's righteous expression and Gretchen's phony act lost their intensity.

"I'm sorry..."

Gretchen cried harder than ever.

Enraged, Martin roared. "Who are you? What right do you have to speak here?"

"I don't like the way you're bullying Gwenda, you shameless scumbag! How dare you act as if you have the moral high ground here?"

Hattie was ready to counter their verbal assaults.

Humiliated, Martin was trembling all over. "I dare you to repeat that!"

"I could repeat that a hundred times - you're a scumbag!"

As soon as Hattie finished speaking, she saw Martin raise his hand and swing it towards her...

She had no time to react. Just as she thought that the slap would land on her face, someone abruptly moved and stood in front of her.

The next moment, Martin's hand was in Gwenda's grasp. Her eyes were hard with murderous intent. "Martin Morel, this isn't a place where you can just hit anyone as you please. My assistant isn't someone you can just bully either!"

"You..."

Martin was shocked.

Gwenda flung his hand away, glaring ice daggers at Gretchen who was behind him. Then, she went over and slapped Gretchen hard before anyone could react.

With a resounding smack, a hand print appeared on Gretchen's cheek.

"What the hell are you doing, Gwenda?"

Martin flew into a rage at that.

Gretchen looked shocked. "Sis..."

Gwenda eyed them coldly as she shook her wrist and sneered, "Just because I did not retaliate does not mean that I'm a pushover. Since you've taken things this far, I would naturally stop holding back. Gretchen, this slap is to teach you to not stir up trouble. Next time, I will treat you the way Martin treats me. Feel free to make a fuss if you think that you can take it!"

When Gretchen locked eyes with Gwenda's sinister gaze, she stiffened up as a chill spread through her body.

Refusing to admit defeat so soon, she clenched her fists hard, eyes bloodshot, and continued her act. "Sis, I didn't..."

"Didn't do anything. You just wanted to help. Why am I such an ungrateful person? This is what you want to say, right, Gretchen?"

Gwenda gazed at her mockingly as she continued scornfully. "You're always using these lines and maintaining an act of innocence. Don't you have any other tricks you could use?"

When she said that, a round of sniggers came from the crowd around them.

Gretchen paled in a flash. She bit her lip, body trembling. "I wasn't..."

"Wasn't what? You weren't trying to provoke me? Or you weren't playing innocent, inciting Martin to make trouble for me?"

Gwenda exposed her without mercy. "Gretchen, I told you, you're free to be a sl*t if you want to. But why do you always have to show up in front of me? Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

Gretchen was rendered speechless by Gwenda's verbal attacks and her face was livid.

Martin was also embarrassed by this. His arm gradually loosened itself from Gretchen as an inexplicable sense of frustration burgeoned in his heart.

Seeing this, the pent-up fury in Gwenda's heart dissipated. She dusted her hands off and said with a sigh, "How off-putting. I strongly advise you two to not provoke me next time. Otherwise, it won't be so easily solved with a mere slap!"

With that, she walked away. "Let's go, Hattie."

"Okay, Gwenda."

They left.

The peanut gallery also dispersed after shooting Martin and Gretchen disdainful looks.

Unable to hold it back any further, Gretchen leaned into Martin's embrace and cried.

Martin was not happy. He frowned down at the woman in his arms, took a deep breath and said, "Gretchen, don't provoke her again in the future."

"Do you think that I'm at fault too, Martin?"

Gretchen looked up at him with teary eyes.

Martin's face was sullen and he pursed his lips. "It doesn't matter who was at fault. Just don't provoke her anymore."

"Okay, I'll take your advice."

Gretchen nodded and looked down. A hint of hatred flashed through her eyes.

Thinking that she was still upset, Martin hugged her again. "Alright, alright, does it still hurt? Let me see."

"It hurts..."

"It's a little red. We'll go back and put a cold compress on it."

"Okay."

When Gwenda and Hattie came out from backstage, Hattie could not help but burst out laughing.

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