Grace Winslow spoke as she pushed Archer Rhys, who was standing in her way, to the side and walked toward Ivy White.
Ivy White's heart skipped a beat as some bad memories instantly flooded her mind.
But she wasn't afraid. 'This kind of thing is impossible to explain clearly anyway. I don't believe Grace Winslow can clear her name. All I have to do is sling some mud at her and make her man doubt her. Her life after marriage will be miserable. Maybe he'll even break off the engagement and abandon her!'
'That's good enough for me.'
By now, Grace Winslow had reached Ivy White. She raised her hand and slapped her across the face. "Been the other woman for so long you've forgotten who you are, have you?"
"You open your mouth just to spout nonsense. It looks like your hotel doesn't want to stay in business."
As she spoke, Grace Winslow looked directly at the hotel manager.
