The two were of similar height, but Diana Powell was the precious daughter of a wealthy family, and not as strong as Rachel Bailey.

Rachel stood in front of the cashier, placed her shopping basket before the cashier, and said, "Check out."

Everyone else saw Diana Powell cutting the line and cast disapproving glances her way.

Diana was still keen to spar with Rachel when Mall security came over. They coldly yet politely asked her to join the back of the line. This infuriated Diana so much that she lashed out and slapped the security guard.

Instantly, everyone's looks of disapproval intensified.

"I've never seen such a shameless, arrogant woman. Everyone is waiting in line; what makes you think you can just cut in? Do you think your time is more valuable than others'? And then to resort to hitting someone – such a lack of manners. Looking at those clothes, you seem quite wealthy. Think you're above others because you have money? If you're so rich, why are you shopping at a mall? Why not go to the luxury Pedestrian Street on Mansion Front Road? That's where the truly wealthy go. I'm starting to think all the designer labels on you are fake…" The accusations from those nearby continued unabated, causing Diana's expression to become exceedingly grim.

She was a little flustered, somewhat at a loss.

It was her first time hitting someone in public.

The security guard she had hit glared at her with a dark expression and said coldly, "Miss, please go to the back of the line immediately. And, apologize to me."

The other security guards saw there was an issue and all flocked over.

Diana opened her purse, pulled out her wallet, and took out a handful of red banknotes, hurling them forcefully at the security guard while saying arrogantly, "Here, compensation for you."

Then she hurriedly ran out of the mall.

Everyone's impression of Diana worsened still.

"Such self-entitlement! As if being rich is everything!"

Rachel muttered indignantly.

The Powell Family servant saw everything, dared not say a word, and resigned himself to wait in the line.

After Rachel checked out, she carried her purchases out of the mall and saw a familiar Land Rover approaching from afar. Her face twisted into a smile, her bright eyes squinting until they almost disappeared into her grin.

Suddenly, the food she was carrying was snatched forcefully from the side, and then all her food was thrown on the ground, a pair of high heels ruthlessly trampling it.

Rachel was stunned to see that the person who took her things and was trampling on them was none other than Diana.

"Rachel Bailey, let me tell you, don't think that just because you're a good friend of Julia Bluen, I'm afraid of you. I'm telling you, I fear Julia Bluen, but I definitely don't fear a country girl like you." Diana, still bitter about the incident just now, was itching with hatred for Rachel, but what she truly detested was Julia.

After she had thoroughly crushed Rachel's food, she stood in front of Rachel, shouting arrogantly and triumphantly.

Rachel Bailey reined in the smile that had appeared at the sight of Hansen Ruiz's car, giving Diana Powell a sidelong glance.

Previously, Rachel had thought Diana exuded a certain nobility. After all, she was a rich girl and held the position of Vice President at Cosmos, giving her the air of a professional woman. But now, Rachel realized something: even women from the best backgrounds could have a mean streak.

At that moment, Diana seemed as uncivilized as any uneducated shrew.

Rachel didn't reply right away. Instead, she crossed her arms, blinked her big eyes, and looked at Diana with an ambiguous smile because she saw her Flower Protector, Hansen Ruiz, getting out of his car and walking towards her.

Seeing Rachel not responding and behaving as though she was just watching a play, Diana's anger rose even more. Pointing at Rachel, she started cursing again, but every word of her tirade somehow connected back to Julia Bluen, revealing just how envious she was of her.

When Diana had snatched Nicholas Coldwell away, she felt like a victor. But now, what was her outcome? A divorce and becoming a laughingstock of the Upper Class Society. Everyone mocked her money-bought marriage as unhappy and said she was too plain to win over a handsome man. Clearly, he was after the Powell Family's wealth, and yet she'd treasured him, only to be treated like grass. In just a few days, it felt like she endured hundreds of times more ridicule than she had in her entire past twenty-some years.

Julia's true identity, her happy marriage, her husband's impressive status, and the love that spoiled her to the skies—all pricked Diana's heart like thorns.

How could she not hate?

And because of this hatred, she came to despise Rachel as well.

"Rachel Bailey, have you gone mute? Weren't you always sharp-tongued? What, cat got your tongue? Can't speak anymore?" Diana reveled in her tirade, and with Rachel keeping silent, she grew more arrogant. It must have been that her hatred for Julia had been building up for too long, and now she had found an outlet for it. Thus, she disregarded her image and status just to release the spite suppressed in her soul.

A strong hand reached from behind, landing heavily on Diana's shoulder, who faced Rachel but had her back to the newcomer.

Diana turned reflexively.

SMACK! SMACK! Two resounding slaps then landed on Diana's face.

Rachel frowned slightly. Hansen Ruiz had hit her rather hard; those slaps were incredibly loud!

Hansen Ruiz had listened intently to every word Diana spat at Rachel.

With his intelligence, he had naturally discerned that Diana's insults towards Rachel were meant for Julia.

He couldn't let this go unchecked. If his cunning boss found out about it, the Powell Family could end up like the second Evans Family. It seemed the Powell Family was already on the way to becoming the next Evans Family.

Furthermore, his woman, Rachel, was not to be insulted by anyone!

"Girl, why aren't you fighting back?" Hansen Ruiz, having just slapped someone, stood in front of Rachel as if nothing had happened, his face calm and not even glancing at Diana.

Diana had been stunned by the two slaps, seeing stars, and now gazed bewildered at Hansen's back.

"Why should I when you're here? I saw you coming, so I just couldn't be bothered to retaliate," Rachel said with a playful smile.

"I actually quite enjoy seeing you sharp-tongued. It's quite memorable," he responded.

Hansen Ruiz took her hand, and the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the food Diana had crushed underfoot. His deep eyes flashed with a chill once more.