Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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Whitney adjusted her shawl and stood tall, exuding authority in the presence of those women.

"Tell me!" She raised her voice, projecting majesty. "I think I heard you say that my nephew is a... cuckold? I'd like to

know how you came to that conclusion."

The women knew Whitney was not to be offended and smiled as they attempted to leave. Unexpectedly, Whitney

didn't let them go, her voice escalating.

The onlookers turned their attention, and an awkward tension filled the atmosphere.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Whitney scoffed, glancing at Maisie behind her. "This is my nephew's wife. Don't

you know her?"

"We do, we do..." the women said softly.

"Then why did you criticize her?"

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"You misunderstood us, Ms. Kinglake!" Danielle explained with a smile. "We were just chatting. We—"

"Chatting? You were crossing the line. How dare you stir trouble here?!"

The onlookers observed in silence. Despite the rumors of Whitney disliking Maisie, she was standing up for her at

this critical moment.

Someone tried to intervene, but Whitney raised her hand, glaring and causing the mediator to back off.

"We're at the Newhouses' event. I don't want to stir trouble in someone else's territory," Whitney declared,

determined. "But I'm not afraid to stir trouble at all! I heard the horrible things that you guys said loud and clear!

Maisie achieved what she did with her talent and hard work. I've read her work, and I admire her! Don't slander her

talent, you bitches!

"I'd advise you to watch your own men! There are indeed many mediocre celebrities out there who love to get

ahead by flirting with men. Since you managed to say that, you must have experienced it yourself, right?!"

"You—"

"Your husbands are disgusting! We're in the same circle and know very well how they are. Do you need me to

elaborate for you?"

Peals of laughter erupted among the onlookers, leaving the women flushed and breathless.

"Ms. Kinglake!" Danielle was humiliated and furious. "We respect you because you're a university lecturer and a

bigshot in drama. That's why we shut our mouths when you spoke... But you're just too rude! You're a literati—"

"So what if I'm literati?" Whitney glared at her, hands on her waist. "Literati should just tolerate bitches' bullying?

Let me tell you that my family has more than literati. We also have military commanders! If I hear you spew

nonsense again, slandering my nephew and his wife, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Her words hung in the air like a threat, leaving the women too embarrassed to argue. They hastily retreated.

Whitney lifted her chin, watching them leave with disdain.

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The onlookers dispersed as the drama concluded, and everything returned to normal.

Only then did she remember that Maisie was behind her. Turning around, she met Maisie's timid yet grateful eyes, a

familiar expression.

Suppressing her anger, Whitney adopted an indifferent expression.

"Ms. Kinglake..." Maisie's voice was soft. "Thank you for... what you did."

"No need." Whitney's voice was cold. "Since you've decided to be with Daniel, you should keep your distance from

other men, regardless of their age. Get it?"

Maisie's eyes dimmed. "Do you think of me like that, too?"

"That's not it. I'm just reminding you!" Whitney avoided eye contact. "The Newhouses are horrible people. You

better stay away from them! Also, I'm doing this for my nephew. It has nothing to do with you, so don't flatter

yourself!"

Maisie looked down, biting her lip.

Just then, Daniel approached, concerned. "What happened?"

Whitney didn't answer. Instead, she turned around and left.

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