The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 542 - 543: Everyone Shouts to Fight
Yvette Harris glared at Sienna Johnson, her eyes practically shooting fire as she let out a sarcastic laugh. "What an ill-mannered brat! Just listen to yourself—’bitch,’ ’whore.’ Could any girl from a respectable family talk like that? Anyone who didn’t know better would think you crawled out of a brothel..."
"A brothel? Weren’t you from one yourself back in the day?" Sienna retorted.
Yvette Harris fell silent.
Sienna continued, "These days, celebrities get famous by baring it all, then desperately try to cover themselves up to whitewash their pasts. Mrs. Harris, you’re no celebrity, but you certainly follow the same playbook. There’s a saying, though: it’s easy to take it all off, but not so easy to put it all back on and pretend it never happened."
Yvette Harris shot back, "What are you so smug about? If we swapped places and you were poor and powerless, with a face like yours, who knows how many men would have had you by now. You and that mother of yours, pretending to be so pure—you’re cut from the same cloth. What gives you the right to act so high and mighty? You’re just lucky you were born privileged, otherwise..."
The demon of jealousy in Yvette Harris’s heart reared its head. She looked at the seemingly pure and innocent mother-daughter pair, her mind flashing back to her own youth—forced to sleep with one old man after another, while that woman, Pauline Briggs, had found a perfect husband who cherished her, shielding her from the cruelties of the world.
"...you were just born richer than me, that’s all! Otherwise, you’d be nothing but an old whore, and she a young one!" Yvette Harris sneered.
Even if Pauline Briggs was usually sweet and naive, at this moment, being cursed to her face as an "old whore" and a "young whore" alongside her daughter, she completely shed her ladylike demeanor.
Just as Yvette Harris was relishing her perceived victory, gloating over her insults, Pauline Briggs charged forward. She raised her hand and delivered a stinging slap across Yvette’s face.
This slap was far more vicious than the last, delivered with what seemed like all her strength. A sharp SMACK! echoed, startling the other customers in the store.
Little Samara, holding Curly, approached Sienna Johnson and asked timidly, "Sister, what should we do?"
"Don’t be afraid, it’s alright," Sienna reassured her.
Sienna Johnson glanced at Rosie Cooper, who nodded in understanding. Rosie’s gaze remained fixed on Yvette Harris, ready to intervene if she posed any threat to Pauline Briggs.
The recent scandal involving the Briggs Family and Sabrina Johnson had been the talk of Sileria City. Many of the VIP customers in this store, being either wealthy or influential, were familiar with Yvette Harris’s character from their own interactions.
Everyone watched with detached interest. Some of the women present, whose husbands Yvette Harris had slept with, felt a grim satisfaction. A woman like her, a public mattress available to any man, deserved a thorough beating!
Yvette Harris was stunned by the force of the slap. She never imagined that Pauline Briggs, whom she’d always seen as weak, harmless, and foolish as an idiot, would suddenly erupt like this. Before Yvette could react, Pauline, trembling with rage and feeling one slap wasn’t enough, landed another vicious one with a backhand. Seizing the moment while Yvette Harris was still dazed, Pauline Briggs slapped her soundly two more times, making it three in quick succession.
Yvette Harris’s cheeks instantly turned a fiery red, with two crimson handprints swelling up, looking as if they might start bleeding.
"Pauline Briggs, you’ve really outdone yourself! I never thought you’d actually hit someone!" Yvette Harris exclaimed, finally finding her voice.
"That’s right! And I’m hitting you!" Pauline retorted.
Yvette Harris was momentarily speechless.
"Shameless! Despicable! Vile!" Pauline Briggs’s chest heaved, her teeth clenched in fury. "I must have been blind to ever pity you, to give you that bowl of meat congee! My daughter was right! I should have given that congee to a stray dog—no, a bitch!—it would have been better than wasting it on a degenerate like you!"
Yvette Harris stared back, stunned.
"You scheming, venomous woman! You swapped my daughter at birth! I raised your daughter as my own, doted on her, cherished her! And how did you treat my biological daughter? You threw her into an orphanage..."
Yvette Harris remained silent, a sneer playing on her lips. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"If you had at least sent her to a good family, I wouldn’t despise you this much..." Pauline Briggs choked back sobs, her voice thick with unshed tears as the memories flooded back. Those old, buried wounds were ripped open again, raw and bleeding.
She was such a fool. What had she done? After finally finding her daughter, she had, under Sabrina Johnson’s manipulation, hurt her own flesh and blood time and time again.
Yvette Harris finally spoke, her voice dripping with malice, "Sending her to the orphanage was merciful. If I’d known she’d grow up to be such a beauty, I wouldn’t have wasted her there. Pretty things like her are very popular with men, you know..."
Yvette Harris’s gaze on Sienna Johnson was like that of a brothel madam appraising her most valuable courtesan, her greed naked and unashamed.
The sight made Sienna Johnson feel nauseous. This woman wasn’t just making empty threats. She truly meant what she said and was capable of acting on it. Yvette Harris had, after all, sold her own biological daughter to an old man. What wouldn’t she do to someone else’s daughter, like Sienna? Sienna now felt an overwhelming sense of relief that Yvette Harris had sent her to an orphanage instead of keeping her. If Yvette had raised her, her fate would have been far more tragic.
"Yvette Harris, you venomous viper! You’ll burn in hell for this!" Pauline shrieked.
"Hell?" Yvette Harris laughed. "Heh, I couldn’t care less about that. All that matters is that I live comfortably while I’m alive."
There’s no point wasting breath on a lunatic like her, Sienna Johnson thought. She raised her hand, about to signal Rosie Cooper to handle Yvette Harris, but Pauline Briggs suddenly lunged forward, tackling Yvette and sending her sprawling to the ground.
Sienna Johnson’s hand froze in mid-air. She was completely taken aback by her mother’s actions. When did Mom become this ferocious?
"I was an idiot to waste my breath on a scumbag like you!" Pauline seethed, "You just deserve a good thrashing!"
Women fought differently than men. Men aimed to inflict serious harm with their fists, while women tended to resort to scratching, clawing, and hair-pulling. Sure enough, Yvette Harris soon had a handful of Pauline Briggs’s hair and was yanking it viciously.
Sienna Johnson couldn’t watch any longer and signaled Rosie Cooper to step in. Rosie easily pulled the two women apart. However, she did so with a subtle bias, ensuring that while Yvette Harris couldn’t land any blows on Pauline Briggs, Pauline could still manage to hit Yvette.
Yvette Harris wasn’t stupid; she quickly figured out what was happening. She plopped down on the floor and started wailing, "Help! Murder! They’re all ganging up on me!"
No one showed her any sympathy. In fact, one woman stepped forward and slapped her across the face. "That’s right, we *are* ganging up on you!" she declared.
Two more women stepped forward. "...Yvette Harris, we’re all here to teach you a lesson today!"
"I’m calling the police! I’m calling the police!" Yvette shrieked.
None of the onlookers moved to help her. She fumbled for her phone, but another woman snatched it away, smashed it violently onto the floor, and then stomped on it for good measure. Yvette Harris’s brand-new iPhone was now a mangled wreck.
"The police?" one of the women scoffed. "We’re serving justice here! You old vixen, Yvette Harris, preying on other women’s husbands with your looks! A woman like you deserves every bit of this beating!"
"You’re all just jealous!" Yvette Harris spat back. "Jealous that I’m prettier than you, younger than you, jealous that so many men desire me! Mrs. Jones, isn’t it? Real women don’t wear size XXL... With a massive frame like yours, you must be crushing your poor little husband!"
