Chapter 303

Evelyn froze mid-step. Victoria sprang up from her seat, her manicured nails digging into her palms as she spat through clenched teeth, "What did you say to Liam? Why has he suddenly called off our engagement?"

Silence stretched between them. Victoria's eyes burned with venom as she enunciated each syllable, "Was it you? Did you meet Liam last night? Answer me, you mute little witch!"

"Yes."

"You conniving bitch. I knew you were behind this." Victoria's rage erupted like a volcano. Her hand flew up, poised to strike Evelyn's face.

Before the blow could land, Rosalind materialized between them, catching Victoria's wrist with bone-crushing precision. A strangled cry escaped Victoria's lips as white-hot pain shot up her arm.

Wrenching free, Victoria staggered back, cradling her injured wrist. Her wide eyes assessed the petite woman before her - delicate frame belying terrifying strength.

Rosalind positioned herself protectively in front of Evelyn, lips curling into a razor-thin smile. "Ms. Wright, we live in civilized society. Strike her face, and I'll break both your hands."

"You dare—" Victoria choked on her fury.

"Try me." Rosalind's glare could freeze hell.

"Winston! Get over here!" Victoria shrieked.

The butler appeared instantly, bowing slightly. "How may I serve you, Ms. Wright?"

Pointing an accusing finger, Victoria commanded, "Throw these trespassers out immediately. Ban them from Wright Manor permanently."

"At once, Ms. Wright." Winston produced his phone. Within moments, six uniformed guards materialized.

Rosalind shot Evelyn a panicked look. "Evelyn, we need to move."

Evelyn's mind raced. Staying meant danger, but leaving might be worse.

Victoria's smirk turned vicious. "Have them arrested for trespassing and assault."

The guards advanced. One reached for Rosalind—only to go flying from a spinning kick that left the others gaping.

Victoria paled, realizing the delicate woman was trained combat personnel.

"Take her down!" Victoria screamed.

Five guards charged simultaneously. Evelyn retreated as Rosalind's posture shifted—predatory grace replacing her usual demure stance.

Fists flew. Bodies collided. Within moments, three guards lay groaning on the marble floor.

Victoria's finger trembled as she pointed. "Who the hell are you?"

"Call the police!" Winston fumbled with his phone.

Rosalind darted back to Evelyn's side. "They're bringing authorities. We need to leave now."

"After that display? You're not going anywhere," Victoria sneered.

A commanding voice cut through the chaos. "Put that phone down."

All heads turned. Archibald Wright stood framed in the doorway, his presence radiating authority. Those ancient eyes missed nothing.

"Grandfather!" Victoria's demeanor shattered into tearful theatrics as she rushed toward him.