The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley)

Chapter 276 Picking Boyfriends from the Trash

"I may be a temptress, but at least that's better than you an ugly woman who shamelessly called herself the most beautiful in the class."

"Samantha, what did you say?"

Samantha snarked, "Look at you, pretending to act all proper, as if you actually understand human speech."

After a brief pause, she added, "Well, it makes sense. Beasts can't understand human language, right? Even now, I'm calling a beast shameless, and just as I thought, she doesn't understand a thing."

"Samantha, you're clearly seeking trouble. Do you even realize what you're saying?"

Samantha raised an eyebrow. "Of course I do. I was just calling a beast shameless." "You... Who are you calling a beast?"

"You, of course!"

Yvonne's face twisted in rage at Samantha's words. "Samantha, I bet you're only insulting me because you found out from other classmates that I'm marrying the guy who pursued you three years ago. You're just jealous, aren't you?" What the hell? She's actually marrying that playboy? She must be out of her mind.

With a tone of utter disdain, Samantha retorted, "Sorry to disappoint you, but I haven't been in touch with any of our high school classmates for three years. So, if you hadn't brought it up today, I wouldn't have known that you're marrying the man who's cheated on you countless times. Congratulations.

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"As an old classmate, I want to give you some advice. When you get married, make sure your husband doesn't send out wedding invitations. I'd hate for all the women he's cheated on you with to show up at your wedding. You'd be so mad that you might keel over on your big day. Now, wouldn't that be a tragedy?"

Yvonne glared at Samantha.

Just as she raised her hand to slap her, Samantha swiftly grabbed her wrist. "Yvonne, the advice I gave you was as a classmate. If you don't, want to listen, fine, but why are you trying to hit me? Don't you know I'm a taekwondo expert? Picking a fight with me is basically asking for death."

Samantha tightened her grip, causing Yvonne immense pain. "Samantha, you b*tch, let go of me!"

Samantha yanked Yvonne closer, staring directly into her eyes. "I'll let go, but you insulted me. Don't you think you owe me an apology?"

Apologize? To Samantha?

Through gritted teeth, Yvonne hissed, "Every word I said to you came from the bottom of my heart. You are a b*tch, through and through. You dare to act like one but can't handle being called one?"

"Are you crazy?"

With that, Samantha slapped Yvonne hard across the face.

Half of Yvonne's face went numb from the sting. "Samantha!"

"I despise being falsely accused, and

I despise even more being called a b*tch. You insulted me and refused to apologize, so this slap is your punishment. Remember this, Yvonne-there are some people you just can't afford to offend,

"Just because you're willing to pick up garbage and turn it into your precious husband doesn't mean everyone else shares your mindset. After all, I'm still a person, and Chave no interest in picking boyfriends from the trash. You..."