Chapter 176: teaching does gossipers a lesson

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Chapter 176: teaching does gossipers a lesson The short-haired girl’s voice carried a hint of barely concealed excitement. "Come to think of it, no one’s ever heard where she actually works. How else could she afford a luxury car worth millions?" She sneered while touching up her makeup with a compact powder. "Then again, it’s no surprise. That face of hers would be wasted if she didn’t use it to reel men in. Did you see how every guy in the banquet hall couldn’t take their eyes off her?" "Those mediocre losers don’t count," The woman in the tight dress, her makeup flamboyant, carefully reapplied her lipstick, her face twisted in displeasure. "Even my beloved Senior Mega couldn’t resist her clutches. It’s infuriating! What does she even have besides that passably pretty face?" "Oh, you’re so wrong about that," The short-haired girl turned to her, blinking suggestively. "Who knows what kind of... special talents she has behind closed doors? Otherwise, how could Senior Mega still be hung up on her after years abroad?" "Haha, maybe we should find some time to ask her for tips then." The moment the words left her mouth, both women burst into knowing laughter. *Snap.* *Clap.* The sudden sound of applause abruptly cut through their laughter. They looked up, only then noticing the slender, graceful figure reflected in the mirror above the sink. As she drew closer, they could see the breathtakingly beautiful yet icy face, its expression unreadable, lips curved in a faint, ambiguous smile. It was none other than the very subject of their gossip—Camilla. The two women exchanged glances, their faces flushing with embarrassment. The bathroom fell into an oppressive silence. "Why stop now?" Camilla stepped closer, her crimson lips parting in a slow, chilling smile. "I was just starting to enjoy it." A closer look revealed the terrifying coldness in her stunning eyes—utterly devoid of warmth. An inexplicable shiver ran down the women’s spines. The short-haired one recovered first, forcing a strained smile. "We... we were just finishing up. Nothing more to say. The bathroom’s all yours—we’ll head back to the banquet hall now." As she spoke, she nudged the flashy woman with her elbow. The flashy woman glanced at Camilla, curling her lips in disdain as she muttered, "What we said is the truth anyway. Why should we be scared of her? It’s not like she’d dare to kill us." The short-haired woman pressed her lips together, smiling silently—clearly agreeing with the sentiment. The two finished touching up their makeup, turned on the faucet to wash their hands, and prepared to leave. "Kill you?" The smile on Camilla’s lips deepened, but her beautiful eyes turned icy and piercing. "Funny you should say that—because I absolutely would." Before the two could react, she had already strode toward them with long, purposeful steps. Her slender hands seized the backs of their heads and slammed them mercilessly into the sink. The movement was swift and decisive. --- Meanwhile, in the banquet hall... Dr. Alex was making an idle conversation with Antonio when suddenly, the phone in his pocket began to ring. "Senior," Antonio quietly exhaled in relief and reminded dr. Alex. "You have an incoming call." Dr. Alex nodded and pulled out his phone from his pocket. The name flashing on the screen nearly made him drop the device in shock. Just as the saying goes—what you fear most always comes to pass. Fortunately, he had braced himself for this moment. Noticing his reaction, Antonio frowned. "Dr. Alex what’s wrong?" What kind of call could unsettle the old man like this? "It’s nothing, nothing," Dr. Alex quickly pressed the answer button. "Dr. Alex," Ramsey’s voice came through the phone. "President Luther has a favor to ask of you." A favor? Dr. Alex’s lips twitched into a wry smile. "Assistant Ramsey, next time just say it’s an order. That would put my mind at ease." "Got it," Ramsey replied smoothly, playing along. "President Luther has orders for you, sir." That’s more like it. Dr. Alex nodded. "Go on." Ramsey continued speaking. After hanging up, Dr. Alex rose from the sofa and made his way toward Dr. Robert and the others. At last. Antonio’s furrowed brows relaxed as he turned to leave. But before he could take a single step, Dr. Alex, who had suddenly doubled back, grabbed his arm. "You’re coming too." A vein pulsed at Antonio’s temple, his usual composed demeanor cracking. "Senior, what exactly are you trying to do?!" "You’ll find out soon enough," Dr. Alex replied with a meaningful look. . "By then, you’ll thank me for stopping you from doing something foolish." Something foolish? Antonio’s dark eyes narrowed sharply. Dr. Alex had already returned to the table where Dr. Robert sat. Everyone present, including Antonio, wore expressions of utter disbelief. There was no second Luther Family in the capital. How on earth did such an unapproachable figure end up at their private gathering? Thud. Thud. Two dull thumps echoed through the air, followed by sharp bursts of pain radiating from their temples. "You little bitch! Have you lost your mind? How dare you lay a hand on us?" The garishly dressed woman shrieked, flailing her arms wildly in the air like a frantic cat. "I’ll make you pay for this right now!" But for some reason, the spot Camilla had pressed sent waves of excruciating soreness through her body, sapping all her strength. A faint smirk curled at the corners of Camilla’s lips as she applied even more pressure. Their wails grew increasingly shrill and desperate. "Stop! Let go of us right now!" "Camilla, don’t forget—we’re your seniors!" The short-haired girl hissed through gritted teeth, her head spinning. "If you don’t back off now, things will get ugly. And trust me, you won’t like the consequences." In university, "senior " typically referred to those from the same department—upperclassmen who shared the same major. Students from other majors who were a year above her were all referred to as "seniors." "Endlessly slinging mud at me behind my back," Camilla’s lips curled into a frosty smile. "Don’t even think about calling me ’senior’—not even if we were blood-related." As she spoke, she shoved both their heads under the running faucet. If she hadn’t run into these two, she was certain the rumors about her being a kept woman would have spread like wildfire before long. "Ugh... you little bitch—" "Cough—cough—" Water gushed into their mouths and noses, their faces instantly flushing red with agony. They struggled desperately, but couldn’t muster an ounce of strength. As the sink filled higher, the two began to suffocate, their fury rapidly dissolving into terror. "Let’s go—let’s go now!!" "Camilla, you’re killing us—you... mmmph!" . Their mouths and noses were completely submerged, their protests reduced to a stream of bubbles on the water’s surface. Camilla watched coldly. Only when the two women’s struggles weakened and they finally passed out did she release them. This lesson would surely be branded into their memories for life. Camilla’s eyes were icy. After dragging them into one of the stalls and locking the door, she stepped out with an indifferent expression. A sign now hung on the women’s restroom door: "Under Maintenance. Do Not Enter." Just as she turned the corner, a strong, slender hand seized her wrist and yanked her through a nearby door. Antonio? How dare he?! Her brow twitched violently, and without hesitation, she swung her leg up in a vicious kick toward the man.

Chapter 176: teaching does gossipers a lesson

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