Chapter 3
The moment they were free, several drooling mastiffs lunged at me, eager for blood.
Their stinking, gaping jaws opened in front of me. I threw up my arms to protect myself, and sharp teeth immediately punctured my forearm.
Through the pain and terror, I felt cramping in my lower abdomen.
IVF was already risky, and I’d been having severe pregnancy symptoms. The doctor said if I didn’t take care of myself, I’d most likely lose the baby.
In just that short time, I was already bleeding below.
Someone, worried about things going too far, tried to talk sense into Lacey.
“Don’t let this turn into murder. Just throw her out.”
Lacey hadn’t even said anything herself when someone immediately started kissing up to her.
“Miss Lacey is Mr. Marshall’s precious baby. Last time someone outbid her at an auction for jewelry she wanted, they were on their knees apologizing the next day!”
“Even if something did happen, with Mr. Marshall backing you, what’s to worry about!”
The guy took the lead, dragging me toward the exit while cursing me out.
“Lacey’s my cousin, which makes Mr. Marshall my cousin-in-law! Homewrecking bitches like you deserve to get taught a lesson!”
Lacey looked at my face with a flash of jealousy in her eyes.
“His own wife couldn’t compete with me, and you think you can, you little side piece?”
I was stunned.
“You know he’s married?”
Lacey laughed coldly.
“Some old, washed-up housewife. Quinn got sick of her ages ago! Why else would he ship her off overseas?”
Quinn hadn’t told her I’d gone abroad for IVF to give him a child.
Before I could say anything, Lacey’s face twisted with malice.
“You think you can use that baby to climb the social ladder! Let me tell you something-you’re not that lucky!”
She kicked me in the stomach. The pain in my abdomen made me collapse to my knees immediately.
Feeling my baby’s life force growing weaker, I panicked.
“The baby I’m carrying really is Quinn Marshall’s! Get me to a hospital! If something happens to this child, he won’t let any of you off the hook!”
Seeing the blood on the ground, the crowd got restless. The big guy turned and shouted.
“This is Marshall family business. Nobody better call the cops!”
He pinned me to the ground, forcing my head up, sucking up to Lacey.
“Cousin, hit her all you want. Don’t let her get you upset!”
Lacey landed slap after slap. My face was so numb with pain I couldn’t feel it anymore, swollen beyond recognition.
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Chapter 3
A flash of satisfaction crossed her eyes. She looked at the crowd of onlookers and warned them.
“This is what happens to homewreckers! If I catch anyone else trying to seduce Mr. Marshall, you’ll end up worse than her!”
Then she ordered her cousin.
“Strip her naked and dump her on the street! If she’s shameless enough to be a mistress, why does she need clothes!”
I clutched my collar with my last bit of strength, struggling desperately.
“Let go of me! I’m not a mistress!”
As they dragged me toward the exit, I shouted a phone number at the crowd.
“Anyone who calls this number and tells them what’s happening here-I’ll pay you a million dollars!”
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