Janiya spared no effort in her scorn, likening her to a prostitute.

Maggie clenched her jaw, the sting of injustice and sorrow coaxing tears to stream down freely.

Drawing in a fortifying breath, she brushed her tears aside and stood taller.

"I'll pass, Mrs. Robles. I pride myself on being a decent and honorable woman. It isn't Sanford's wealth I cherish. Despite my modest beginnings, I see myself as far superior to those feigning nobility yet possessing morals as low as their true stature. Perhaps you might consider investing your money in offerings and prayers, seeking God's grace to guard against the pangs of conscience you ought to endure in your later years."

"You..."

Janiya was left speechless, stammering as Maggie disconnected the call.

With quick fingers, Maggie found the incriminating video on her phone and erased it without a second thought.

In a flash, Remy reclaimed the phone, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"You deleted the video? Maggie, surely you didn't assume I hadn't secured a backup?"

Maggie's breathing hitched, her chest heaving slightly as she glared at the brazen man before her, her hand swinging out in a fierce slap.

At that instant, rage consumed her.

Unable to unleash her wrath on Janiya, she directed it towards this minion instead.

Remy, struck by the blow, stood in shock, disbelief etched across his face.

“You fucking dared to hit me?" he bellowed, his face contorting into a snarl as he lifted his hand, feigning a counterstrike.

But Bart stepped protectively in front of Maggie, shoving Remy back.

“You wouldn't dare lay a finger on my sister!"

Their faces set in hard lines, they stood defiant, poised to fight back.

Remy's hand, curled into a tight fist, eventually fell to his side.

He spat on the ground, his sneer filled with contempt.

“Once a bitch, always a bitch. You think you're someone important? I won't stoop to your level. Just get lost!"