Chapter 167 Does That
Color Look Like Mine
“Come on, then.” Renee flashed Oliver a taunting smile, her tone dripping with challenge. “Don’t hold back. Show me what you’ve got. Be a man–or I might just think even less of you.”
“You-!” Oliver’s initial guilt wavered, swallowed by a surge of fury. Renee’s words ignited something in him, and with eyes blazing, he stepped forward, hand raised, ready to deliver a stinging slap.
A sharp crack echoed through the air.
Someone had been struck.
It was Oliver.
He stood there, stunned, his cheek burning.
No one saw Renee move–one moment she was dodging his attack, the next, a vivid red handprint had bloomed on Oliver’s cheek, the crack of the slap still hanging in the air.
Oliver clutched his stinging cheek, his voice thick with disbelief. “You… you crazy bitch! How dare you slap me?”
Renee arched a brow, her lips curling into a smirk. “And why wouldn’t I?”
Without hesitation, she lifted her hand and delivered another sharp slap, swift as lightning and just as unforgiving.
Oliver caught sight of her hand rising, but before he could react, she was already a step ahead–too fast, too precise. He couldn’t dodge at all.
“Dammit! You vicious witch!”
Oliver’s rage boiled over as he lunged, fingers outstretched to seize her. But Renee moved like water–fluid, untouchable. Before he knew it, she had slipped behind him, and with a swift, decisive kick, sent him sprawling forward.
With an unceremonious thud, Oliver landed on his knees–right in front of
Cassie.
Before he could so much as lift his head, a slender yet unyielding hand gripped the back of his neck, forcing him down until his forehead met the
floor.
“If you’re going to apologize, do it properly,” Renee said, her voice as cool
as ever.
Then, turning to Cassie, she softened her tone–just a little. “Mrs. Padilla,
look at him. You really think there is something going on between me and your husband?” She scoffed, tilting her head. “What exactly would I be after? His round, squishy face? Or his complete lack of money?”
“You…”
Cassie gazed at Renee’s strikingly exquisite face–so flawless it could rival any celebrity–and found herself momentarily speechless. Deep down, she
knew exactly what kind of man Oliver was.
“How am I supposed to know what you’re after?” Cassie huffed, grasping for ground. “Anyway… you and my husband were alone together. And let’s not ignore the obvious–everyone saw the lipstick marks on his neck, his rumpled clothes. And now you expect me to believe you’re not the other woman? Please. The cameras don’t lie!”
“That’s right, Cassie! It’s her! This shameless bitch!”
Oliver was completely subdued. With just one hand, Renee held him in place effortlessly, rendering him powerless. No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free and was forced to stay kneeling.
“Let go of me!” he growled, thrashing against her grip, but it was useless.
“Maybe you should take a closer look at the lipstick smeared on his face,” Renee said with a sly smile. “Does that color look like mine?”
At this, Cassie leaned in, inspecting more carefully, and sure enough, she saw a glaring difference.
Oliver’s face was painted in a rich magenta hue, while Renee’s lipstick was a bold, fiery tomato red–two shades that were worlds apart.
Cassie faltered for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
Renee let out a soft laugh, a playful glint in her eye. “Why don’t you take a look around and see whose lipstick matches more closely?”
As she spoke, Renee noticed Cassie’s so–called friend beside her had suddenly stiffened, her fingers twitching as she subtly ran her tongue across her lips when no one was paying attention.
Renee raised an eyebrow, her expression dripping with condescension. “Ma’am, why the constant lip–licking? Could it be…”
The woman snapped, her voice sharp, “Don’t you dare accuse me! Trying to pin this on me, you shameless home–wrecker? How low can you go?”
Renee just smirked, unbothered. “Oh, really? I haven’t said a word, and you’re already jumping to defend yourself? Funny how the shade of lipstick you’re wearing looks an awful lot like the one on this gentleman’s face.”
