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Chapter 784: The chaos quickly caught the attention of Fionas father, Josh Smith, who finally walked into the banquet hall, his gaze sweeping over the mess.

Whats going on here? he demanded, noticing the guests already filing out.

Sorry, Mr.

Smith.

We didnt handle things well.

Mr.

Shaw had a disagreement with Miss Smith over his companion, a waiter explained, recounting the events in detail.

Joshs face darkened with fury.

Fiona, my office.

Now! he snapped, then turned to the waiter, his voice firm.

Get the guests calmed down and tell them our banquet will begin soon.

Do whatever it takes to keep them here! Yes, Mr.

Smith.

In the office, the remnants of Fionas anger hung thick in the air.

Her glare was lethal, as if ready to kill Allison at any moment.

Josh wore a deep frown, breaking the silence with a question.

Do you realize what today is? Yes, the triennial banquet, Fiona snapped back, her voice dripping with disdain.

But I cant just sit back when shes here! Her presence will influence the guests and tarnish our company! Suddenly, Joshs patience snapped; his hand connected sharply with Fionas cheek.

The slap resounded ominously, harsher than anything Verruckts cronies might have dared.

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Dad, you hit me! Joshs voice was icy as he rebuked her.

Ive lost count of how many times Ive told you to steer clear of Verruckt, yet here we are again! You just dont get it, Dad! Fionas dismissal was swift, her cheek still red.

She rubbed her stinging cheek, her voice tinged with bitterness.

Verruckt is a decent and smart man, worthy of me.

Hes just been tricked by that woman, thats all.

Her words were laced with venom, fueled by the jealousy that seethed within her.

Fiona envied Allison, who had captured Verruckts affections, his kisses.

Imagining a world where she could simply erase Allison and step into her place consumed her.

Joshs face grew colder as he listened to his daughters delusions.

He knew talking was futile.

Lock her in the top floor, he commanded, his voice weary.

And she doesnt leave without my say-so.

No sooner had he spoken than two robust maids appeared, taking Fiona by the arms and escorting her out.

The old butler watched Joshs mood darken further and ventured cautiously, Josh, dont fret too much.

Shell come around with age.

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