CHAPTER 247: CHAPTER 247: SIS, IT LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE THE ONE GETTING CHEATED ON

Their two colleagues were immediately "wiped out" by Raine Kane.

The two of them didn’t advance further but instead turned around for "rescue."

The result was equally futile.

Isabelle Sinclair was so furious she pointed at Juliana Jacobs and started cursing, "Juliana Jacobs, how dare you unleash a dog to bite people! I’m calling my brother-in-law right now!"

Saying that, she pulled out her phone.

Juliana casually sat down on the chaise longue and leisurely said to Raine Kane, "She just called you a dog; aren’t you going to do something about it?"

Raine Kane was initially hesitant, restraining herself, but upon hearing what Juliana said, she immediately walked towards Isabelle Sinclair.

"You, you, you... what are you doing?"

Isabelle Sinclair wanted to escape but was grabbed in an instant.

Raine Kane swept her leg, making Isabelle fall flat on her face, and then stepped on her back.

Juliana Jacobs said slowly, "The Sinclair Family is a prominent family; how did they raise a daughter who spews such foul language? Since your parents haven’t disciplined you, I’ll educate you in their place today."

"Who do you think you are, to educate me? Juliana Jacobs, if you dare touch a single hair on my head, my brother-in-law will surely stand up for me."

At this point, Elias Langley was the only hope she could cling to.

Juliana couldn’t be bothered with her, got up and went to the entrance, taking two long shoehorns from the cabinet next to it, and handed them to Raine Kane.

"Use this to hit, it won’t tire your hands."

Raine Kane took them, tested their feel, and laughed, "This thing’s great, holding it feels like I’m her grandfather."

With the rise and fall of Raine Kane’s hand, Isabelle Sinclair’s screams filled the entire presidential suite.

"Ah! Let me go! Juliana, I won’t let you get away with this! I’m calling the police! Police!"

Isabelle Sinclair was crying and sniffling, looking nothing like a socialite at all.

The housekeeping supervisor nearby didn’t dare to intervene and could only watch helplessly.

However, the louder Isabelle screamed, the harder Raine struck.

The first shoehorn broke, then they moved onto the second one.

Juliana picked up the fruit platter Raine hadn’t finished at lunch, leisurely sat on the chaise, eating while saying, "Calling the police is a good idea. Call them after you’re done, and meanwhile, talk about your illegal drug purchases from the black market. I wonder if two shoehorns will render you useless; if not..."

She glanced at the housekeeping supervisor who was already breaking into a cold sweat, "Go and bring me another dozen."

"Miss... Miss Jacobs, no, President Jacobs, this is all a misunderstanding, you’re going to beat her to death."

Juliana gave a cold smile, "Then lie down next to her and get beaten in her place."

The housekeeping supervisor naturally refused, looking distressed, his legs were welded in place.

At this moment, the hotel manager walked in briskly.

Seeing Juliana sitting by the chaise, he bypassed the beaten Isabelle Sinclair and reached out towards Juliana from three meters away.

"President Jacobs, I deeply apologize! Allowing such unwarranted harassment to occur in our hotel is a severe negligence on my part."

Juliana’s face showed no expression, she didn’t even stand up when shaking hands with him.

The manager understood she was unhappy because it hadn’t been properly addressed.

"Regarding today’s matter, Second Miss Sinclair broke in illegally, intending to damage personal property, which was clearly observed. If you decide to call the police, the hotel will fully cooperate and provide all surveillance evidence."

He paused, then turned to his housekeeping supervisor.

"Supervisor Wyatt has abused his power and behaved inappropriately, he is immediately suspended and handed over to the group for internal review."

"Mr. Miller..." The housekeeping supervisor wore a pained expression, but his words were stifled by the manager’s stern look.

Juliana could tell he was giving her a way out, and being a pragmatic person, she gestured for Raine to stop.

Isabelle Sinclair’s buttocks throbbed with pain, and she sucked in sharp breaths, utterly embarrassed.

The manager hurriedly called for two employees to help her away.

"Mr. Miller, this is me giving you some face," Juliana said coolly.

The manager nodded quickly, "Yes, I guarantee, this will never happen again."

Finished, he tactfully left with the suspended housekeeping supervisor.

The housekeeping supervisor, unable to grasp the situation, complained quietly, "The Sinclair Family’s status in Kingsford is immense; offending them because of this woman, are you seeking your own suspension?"

The manager shot a disapproving glance at this person who remained oblivious even facing ruin.

"Fool, your shortsightedness will not ruin our hotel!"

Raine Kane closed the door and flexed her wrist.

"This is the first time I’ve ever been so satisfied with spanking someone’s butt, but... will it cause any trouble for you?"

"What do you mean by causing me trouble? Didn’t I just instruct you to take action?"

Juliana’s response made Raine Kane break into a grin.

After a pause of two seconds, Juliana turned her head to look out the window, lifting her chin.

"I want to stir up the Sinclair Family, to see what capabilities these two sisters have to stop the Sinclair Family from approaching me."

Raine didn’t completely understand her plan, just stood perplexed, scratching her head.

...

Isabelle Sinclair’s butt was left bruised and battered, yet she didn’t immediately inform her adoptive parents, instead she first called Florence Sinclair.

By the time Florence reached the hospital, Isabelle was already receiving an IV.

"Sis... The recording couldn’t be retrieved," Isabelle sobbed, "Juliana Jacobs stole my man and even beat me up. Are we seriously powerless against her?"

Seeing her sister in such a state, Florence was both furious at Juliana’s ferocity and annoyed at this useless sister who couldn’t even serve as a tool.

"I told you before, her bodyguard is very skilled, take more people with you, yet you wouldn’t listen. Now see, you didn’t gain any advantage and got a severe beating instead."

"How was I supposed to know she was so tough? Even four men couldn’t fend her off. Let’s tell mom, mom surely has a way to handle her."

"Are you stupid? Just because she bears some resemblance to mom, do you think mom could heartlessly take actions against her?"

Florence’s words made Isabelle furrow her brow.

"So am I supposed to swallow this humiliation? I can’t stand it!"

"I’ve already arranged for someone to monitor her," Florence replied coldly, "Once we catch her doing something incriminating, there’ll be plenty of means to deal with her."

By the time Isabelle finished her IV, it was already evening, and not wanting her parents to know about the injury, she couldn’t stay in the hospital, she had to go home as usual.

She tried to get up from the hospital bed; with just a slight movement, sharp pain shot through her, causing her to gasp, making it difficult to move steadily.

"Do you need a wheelchair?" Florence asked.

Isabelle was sweating profusely, shaking her head, "I don’t dare to sit."

"If this injury doesn’t come back at her tenfold, you’ll become the laughingstock of all Kingsford."

Florence scolded and then supported her all the way to the parking lot slowly.

It was then that her phone rang.

The call was from the person tailing, saying Juliana went to a couple’s restaurant.

"My brother-in-law isn’t even in Kingsford, why would she go to a couple’s restaurant alone?" Isabelle wondered aloud.

Florence was somewhat disdainful of her sister’s intelligence, "Of course, she went for a date; the couple’s restaurant wouldn’t let you in unless you’re a pair."

Upon hearing this, Isabelle momentarily forgot her pain, her eyes sparkling.

"Juliana Jacobs is cheating! Quickly, take some photos, then send them to my brother-in-law, without him as a backup, let’s see how arrogant she gets!"

Florence was thinking the same.

So, Isabelle lay on the back seat, as Florence drove to the restaurant, ready to secretly photograph Juliana’s date.

Once they arrived, they quickly found Juliana.

Juliana was in a well-tailored long-sleeve dress, indeed looking more dressed-up than her usual casual style.

At that moment, she was conversing with a man sitting opposite her, facing away from them.

She appeared relaxed, with a pleasant smile, easily sparking the imagination.

Isabelle hid behind a column, enduring the stinging pain in her bottom, raised her phone aiming at that direction, gritting her teeth and whispering, "I have to see, who is this ’little white...’ "

The word "face" had not yet formed when she suddenly stopped.

"Sis!" She tugged on Florence’s sleeve, "It looks like you’re the one being cheated on."