h4Chapter 198: Chapter 198/h4

    At that moment, upon seeing that the security men were not actually backing down, and from the look of things, it seems that they were definitely going to drag her out undermining her status, undermining her superiority Abigail’s chest rose and fell with a mixture of fury and disbelief. The murmurs around the hall were like a growing wave, all eyes focused on her, waiting to see whether the so-called elite madam would be forcefully ejected like somemon nuisance.

    Then Her pride clenched within her like a tightening rope. no way she was going to let that disgrace happen. That would be a public stain on her name one she knew would spread beyond the hall, whispered through the elite circles, into boardrooms, dinner parties, and social media. The mighty Abigail being dragged out by security? Never.

    She would then raise up her hands disgustingly, dramatically like she was brushing off the very thought of themying their unworthy hands on her, as if their presence alone was an insult to her skin. Her fingers trembled slightly, not with fear, but with fury barely suppressed.

    "Don’t touch me," she hissed, her voice sharp and venomous, slicing through the noise in the room. "Nobody should touch me. I am going to walk out by myself."

    Hearing her words the guards paused for a moment, their boots halting mid-step as if caught in a force field of her aura. A few guests nearby gasped, some exchanged smug nces others simply watched with bated breath.

    Then, slowly, Abigail would turn. Her chin high, her eyes aze. She then face the announcer, staring her down like a queen eyeing a traitor beneath her throne. Her lips curled slightly, bitter and unamused. The same announcer who, minutes ago, had stood powerless, trembling under her p now watched as the tides turned.

    Then, she turn again, facing the security. She stared right into the eyes of the head of the security man as if daring him to even breathe in her direction. And then... her rended on Cora.

    Oh, Cora.

    That face, so calm, so smug standing in her corner, arms folded, barely holding back that victorious smirk.

    Abigail’s voice rose, every word dipped in warning. "This is not over," she dered, her tone echoing through the silent hall. "I aming back. I aming back extremely."

    Her fingers balled into fists by her side, her voice bing even sharper.

    "And when Ie back," she said, ring at every face in front of her Cora, the announcer, the security guards, even the camera that had probably been recording the entire incident "it is not going to be funny. Each and every one of you that connected together to actually humiliate me, disgrace me... You are going to get your own fair share of what is going to happen to you. I aming back."

    Then, without wasting any more time, she then just start walking to her seat.

    At that moment, upon seeing that Abigail had already walked to her seat, her heels clicking sharply against the floor, the whole atmosphere in the hall felt like it dropped a few degrees. The pride in her steps, the way her jaw was clenched, and how her eyes burned with pure resentment it was all too obvious. She picked up her handbag with an attitude that screamed defiance, and without even ncing at anyone, she turned around to leave. But not before pausing just slightly beside Victoria and saying under her breath, with venom in her tone, "They will regret this. They just crossed a line, and I promise you, it won’t be funny when we return. We’re going to deal with them so immensely that they’ll wish this night never happened."

    Immediately Victoria’s face tightened even more. The insult, the humiliation they had done nothing to deserve it.

    She couldn’t believe the audacity. The disrespect. Her hands curled into fists as she took one deep breath and then stood up. Just like Abigail, she walked gracefully to her seat, but every movement was filled with suppressed rage. She picked her bag, adjusted her dress, and with onest re at the announcer, the security, and most especially Cora, she turned and walked behind Abigail. Their exit felt heavy like thunderclouds leaving the room, but threatening to return with a storm.

    At that moment a murmur began among the guests. The silence that followed their dramatic exit hung thick in the air until the announcer, clearing her throat nervously, stepped back onto the stage. She bowed slightly, forcing a smile as she addressed the guests, "We deeply apologize for the earlier misunderstanding. Please forgive us for the disturbance. The event will now proceed immediately."

    She turned toward Cora with a warm and respectful tone, "Before we proceed, we would like to properly honor the recipient of tonight’s most prestigious gift."

    With that, two assistants walked forward, carefully holding a luxurious velvet box. They opened it in front of the whole hall, Packaging diamond dress.

    Without hesitation, they handed it over to Cora. But that wasn’t all.

    One of the assistants also presented her with an elegant envelope embossed with the gold crest of Everything Luxury. Inside was a ck invitation card, edged with crystal patterns. The announcer leaned in to exin, "This is a personal invitation from the owner of Everything Luxury. Miss Cora, you’ve been invited to a private dinner. The date is to be arranged on ater date."

    A loud collective gasp echoed through the crowd.

    Cora, still sitting gracefully, epted the invitation and gift with a slight,posed nod. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice controlled but confident.

    But across the room, the whispers began.

    "Wait... who exactly is she?"

    "Private dinner with the owner?"

    "Even top celebrities don’t get that..."

    Some guests exchanged confused nces, while others looked stunned. A few who had once belittled Cora began to reassess their stance. Clearly, this woman wasn’t just connected to MK Entertainment only. There had to be something more. Something deeper.

    Whatever it was, one thing was now certain Cora was not someone to be underestimated.