My expression fell, and I tried my best to stay calm.
“Aren’t you being too quick to label me as the mistress? You have no evidence, yet you’re doing so just based on the words of others. What’s next then? Are you planning to beat me to death in public? Do you really have that much power?”
Once again, the bystanders erupted in a flutter of chatter.
Someone said, “She’s right; there’s no evidence at all. What if there’s more to the story? We shouldn’t jump to conclusions yet.”
Another replied, “That’s right! I’ve seen similar news before–some human traffickers sold someone off to Northern Monna under the excuse of beating a mistress up. Are they doing the same now?”
I pushed away Annie’s subordinates and stood back up.
Annie’s face flushed in embarrassment upon being called out by me. Gone was her arrogant attitude as she stuttered, “S–Someone told me the mistress was here for a prenatal check–up. I’m just not sure who the sly woman is.”
I said nothing, smiling slightly. “I know who the mistress is.”
Karen, who was quietly watching the entire scene unfold from the side, immediately took action. She let out a scream and jumped out, her long nails aimed at me as if to scratch my mouth.
I shot her a cold glare and kicked her away without waiting for Annie this time. I then smiled and asked, “Why are you getting so worked up when I only mentioned I know who it is, Karen? Are you actually the mistress?”
She glared at me begrudgingly and refused to say further, afraid of messing things up.
