"Alright, where are you? I'll come pick you up."
Brittany gave the address and hung up the phone, standing by the roadside to wait.
Meanwhile, at the Sharpe mansion, the atmosphere was completely different—like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
Slap!
A sharp slap landed hard on Nicole's face.
Mary was shaking with rage, pointing a trembling finger at Nicole as she yelled, "You b***h! Why did you do this?! Do you have any idea how much damage you've done to our family?!"
Nicole held her burning cheek, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
"Mrs. Sharpe, I did it willingly. This has nothing to do with Mr. Sharpe..."
Just then, a housekeeper ran in, panic written all over her face. "Mrs. Sharpe, bad news! Online—"
Mary whipped her head around, eyes sharp as daggers. "What ab
