Paloma noticed Lise’s indifference, and her anxiety grew. She screamed, “Lise, say something! You’re Mr. Wheeler’s fiancée! Who would dare defy you?”

All eyes immediately shifted to Lise. A wave of tension washed over her body.

Damn, Paloma. What a thoughtless idiot, pulling her into this mess!

With everyone watching, Lise had no choice but to force a smile at Katelyn. She said, trying to reason, “Katelyn, I know Paloma’s words were careless, but considering you’ve already broken her leg, please just let it go.”

A chill settled deep in Katelyn’s heart. She simply watched Lise, her expression unreadable.

Ashlyn, however, couldn’t hold her anger any longer. She snapped, “Did you forget something? You were in the wrong but acted like the victim. You insulted and attacked us. On top of that, you forced us to apologize!”

She had encountered plenty of shameless people in her time, but this was the first person who dared to be so bold.

With a cold, unwavering gaze, Ashlyn turned to Paloma.

“If you want me to let her go, it’s not impossible, but…”

She paused for a moment. The words that followed made Paloma’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“She owes me an apology!” Ashlyn demanded firmly, locking her eyes on Paloma.

Paloma made an effort to rise, defiantly saying, “Not a chance!” Yet, as she tried to stand, the pain from the injury inflicted by Katelyn’s kick intensified, causing her to collapse back to the floor in a heap.

Lise cast a disapproving glance at Katelyn.

“Katelyn, look at your friend! Paloma is already in such pain; must you make it worse?”

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Paloma felt a surge of gratitude toward Lise. For a moment, she hadn’t expected Lise to defend her, yet here she was, speaking on her behalf. But before she could reflect further, the security guards roughly raised her to her feet, carelessly pulling at her injured leg, prompting a scream of agony from her.

“Ah! I’m calling the police! You’re trying to kill me!”

Just then, Ashlyn’s assistant rushed over, presenting a document.

“Miss Marshall, the contract is ready for your review.”

The bystanders looked on, intrigued by the unfolding drama. Initially, they had underestimated Ashlyn’s influence, but her actions were revealing a far more complex identity.

Ashlyn briefly scanned the document, then passed it to Uriah, saying casually, “I’m interested in purchasing your mall.” Her demeanor remained relaxed.

The crowd was momentarily stunned. How rich was she? This was Westine Mall, after all!

Uriah reviewed the contract attentively. Everyone anticipated his refusal, yet to their astonishment, he agreed.

“Very well, I’ll sign it right now.” A clear look of delight crossed his face.

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