Chapter 368

The whispers in the room grew louder, sharp and venomous.

"I heard Sebastian Whitmore is close with Evelyn Hartley. How dare Olivia Sinclair act so shamelessly!"

"If I were Sebastian, I’d never choose Olivia. Can’t this homewrecker just vanish? That smug look on her face makes me sick!"

Evelyn smirked, gesturing for the butler to recite every insult hurled at Olivia, enunciating each word with deliberate cruelty.

Olivia remained still, her expression unreadable, her fingers tightening imperceptibly on the arms of her wheelchair.

Evelyn’s smirk faltered when she failed to provoke a reaction. "Did you hear that? You’re nothing but a despised mistress, hated by everyone!"

Turning to the crowd, Evelyn raised her voice. "Everyone, thank you for standing with me today. Help me teach this woman a lesson, and both the Hartley and Whitmore families will remember your loyalty."

The room erupted. The Hartleys were influential, but the Whitmores? They were old money, a dynasty that commanded respect across Crestwood. Even if they weren’t as visible in high society now, their name still carried weight.

Amelia Dawson paled. "What are you doing? Are you seriously considering violence?"

She fumbled for her phone, but Evelyn was faster. She lunged forward, gripping Amelia’s wrist with bruising force.

The butler seized the moment, shouting, "What are you waiting for? Teach that woman a lesson she won’t forget!"

Olivia’s face drained of color. She hadn’t expected Evelyn to be this reckless. The room erupted into chaos.

Despite the bodyguards Olivia had brought, they were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer number of people surging forward.

Someone grabbed Olivia’s hair, yanking hard enough to make her gasp. She was dragged from her wheelchair, her injured legs making it impossible to regain her footing.

But Olivia wasn’t defenseless. Years of training kicked in. Even on the ground, she twisted, disarming two attackers before another blow sent her reeling.

The private room had no cameras—a measure meant to protect guests’ privacy—but now it only ensured there would be no evidence of what was happening.

The mob acted for different reasons. Some genuinely believed Evelyn’s lies. Others simply despised mistresses and didn’t care for the truth. And some? They just wanted an excuse to unleash their cruelty.

Evelyn’s promise of favor from the Whitmores was all the encouragement they needed.

Amelia broke free, throwing herself over Olivia, taking several brutal hits meant for her. Trembling, she whispered, "Olivia, run. They took my phone. I can’t call for help."

Olivia’s jaw clenched, fury burning beneath her icy composure. With Amelia’s help, they inched toward the door—

But the crowd wasn’t done yet.

The door loomed ahead, so close yet impossibly far.

And then—

A shadow fell across the threshold.

A voice, cold and commanding, cut through the chaos.

"Enough."