Then, her gaze shifted to Tania, and the smirk on her lips turned sharper. "But what about you?" Anne sneered. "What have you accomplished? You have no career, no success of your own. You survive purely on Denis's mercy. So what right do you have to look down on others? You walked into this party on his arm as his mistress, nothing more. And if he ever decides to let you go, you'll have nothing. You'll be forgotten in an instant—just another woman discarded without a second glance."
Tania's face contorted with rage, her body trembling with barely restrained fury. "You… Who gave you the nerve to speak to me like that?" she hissed, raising her hand in blind anger, ready to strike.
But Anne was faster. She caught Tania's wrist in mid-air and shoved it away. And before Tania could react, Anne's hand snapped forward in a sharp, resounding slap.
