Cecilia just stared at her for what seemed like forever.

Then, with a hint of a smile, she said, “It's too late. And you actually asked for it."

Elaine's past actions, especially when she exposed photos of Edwin and Olivia, made her utterly evil and unforgivable in Cecilia's eyes.

Cecilia wasn't one to hold grudges.

Her marriage with Mark wasn't even official.

And while Elaine's obsession with Mark was her own business, her actions had hurt others.

She had this coming.

As Cecilia's sleek limousine pulled away, Elaine was left, lost in her thoughts.

Her phone buzzed, breaking her daze. Chandler's voice, rough and impatient, echoed, “Elaine, I've done a lot for you. Even got on the wrong side of Mr. Evans for your career, and I'm paying the price.

But now, you've angered the Fowlers and dragged me into your mess.

My wife? She's not someone you'd want to mess with. If she gets to you, don't say I didn't warn you. Be careful of what you say.”

Elaine felt so ashamed; tears welled up in her eyes.

After ending the call, she was readying to leave when her phone was suddenly knocked out of her hand.

A tall woman, heavily made-up and wearing a fur coat despite the warm weather, stood in front of her.

It was evident that she came from the north.

"You're Elaine Shaw, right? Chandler's latest fling?" she sneered.

Elaine tried to find words, but the woman seemed to read her intentions.

“Hit her, especially that pretty face of hers. Maybe then she'll think twice about chasing someone else's husband. Honestly, I feel like I'm doing everyone a favor."

With the command, several men lunged at Elaine, roughly grabbing at her hair.

The sound of slaps echoed.