Amy had just gotten into the car when she saw the commotion. Panic surged through her, and she moved to get out. But the driver stopped her. “Miss, don’t get involved. It’s not safe.”

The Robles family was already in shambles. If Amy stepped in now, her own family could be dragged into the mess. She knew the driver was right. But watching Katelyn get attacked made her stomach twist.

Then, Katelyn glanced at Amy. Without hesitation, she turned to the driver and ordered coldly, “Drive.”

The driver rolled up the windows and sped off.

Fiona was still shrieking, “Let go of me, you bitch! I swear I’ll kill you!” Her world had collapsed. Her father and brother were rotting in prison. She hadn’t been arrested, but life had been unbearable. The nobles of Yata had completely turned their backs on her. She had never known humiliation like this. She had now tasted the harsh realities of life. And it was all because of Katelyn. Her hatred had reached its peak. But Katelyn wasn’t one to back down. She raised her hand and slapped Fiona across the face.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Who was this woman? Fiona had always been the one dishing out the humiliation. No one had ever dared to fight back.

Fiona’s fury exploded. “Katelyn, you bitch! You dare hit me?! I’ll kill you!!”

Katelyn didn’t flinch. She yanked her wrist free, and just as Fiona thought it was over, Katelyn’s hand wrapped around Fiona’s throat. Her expression darkened, eyes glinting with cold malice.

She had let Fiona off before. That had been mercy. She hadn’t even settled the score for what Fiona had done to her. And now, Fiona had the audacity to show up and attack her?

Katelyn tightened her grip. “You want to kill me? Let’s see who’s faster.” A little more pressure, and Fiona wouldn’t be able to breathe.

Panic flooded Fiona’s eyes. She clawed at Katelyn’s hand, struggling with all her might. But Katelyn’s grip was unyielding. She couldn’t break free.

Suddenly, someone called out.

“Let go of her!”

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A male voice erupted suddenly from behind. Katelyn turned and noticed a blond-haired, blue-eyed man standing there, looking at her with fury.

Fiona, grasping what felt like a chance for rescue, cried out, “Bertrand, please help!”

That was when Katelyn recognized him. Bertrand Crane, the only heir to the Crane family and Ryanna’s cousin. She vividly remembered Amy’s earlier words. Among the three dominant families was the Crane family.

Her anger intensified. Her hold on Fiona’s neck grew tighter. “Let’s find out what happens first: you rescuing her or me ending her. Did you think my patience was a sign of weakness?”

The sting of the recent slap was still fresh on Katelyn’s cheek. Fiona was struggling for air, her face turning a deep red. She begged, her voice hoarse, “I was wrong, please, I beg you, let me go!”

But Bertrand was unmoved by Katelyn’s threat. He advanced quickly, trying to separate Katelyn as he chillingly threatened, “Release her, or I’ll see you behind bars!”

Katelyn couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Put her behind bars? The Crane family still didn’t have that much influence.

With a quick move, she pushed Bertrand back. Then, without a second thought, she landed another harsh slap on Fiona’s face. The loud crack of the slap, followed by Fiona’s cry, highlighted just how serious Katelyn’s action was.

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