Chapter 102 [Bonus Chapter] Ruckus In The Lady’s Room

Day Eight…

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Bam!

Abigail kicked the door of the cubicle open causing a loud bang. The two actresses who were busy gossiping about Abigail jumped in both shock and fright.

They glared at her, showing their displeasure of her unsophisticated action. She was wearing a ball gown. How could she kick that door, disturbing the two?

"How dare you? Are you trying to destroy the door?" The woman in her silver long gown raised her voice against Abigail. She sized her up from top to bottom, giving her a ridiculing look.

The tallest woman also moved closer to Abigail as she pushed her, causing Abigail's back to hit the cubicle. The woman might be a model and an actress because of her statuesque figure.

Abigail brushed off the spot where the woman touched her dress. The two were acting so brave and confident because there were two of them versus one!

Abigail just sneered at them, restraining herself from punching and slapping these two women. She recalled Nathan's first rule: "Don't create a scene and don't attract so much attention from others."

"Are you done backstabbing Abigail Scarlett?" She mumbled, giving them a taunting smile. She wasn't intimidated by the two.

"Ahuh? So you are a loyal fan of that whore? Or are you her friend?" The woman in a silver gown tried to push her again.

Abigail just raised her eyebrow. One more push and she would definitely hit this woman's face.

"Haha! I guess she is affected because she can't accept the fact that her idol is a whore. A Bitch!" The tallest woman provoked her further.

Abigail already heard enough. Though she was not the real Abigail, she still felt insulted for the real owner of this body. She wanted to defend her.

Pak!

Abigail slapped the tallest woman making her stop laughing.

"Ouch!"

It was a hard slap that the woman teared up from the impact.

"How dare you slap her?!"

The two women charged in her direction– one was aiming to pull her hair while the other one raised her hand to slap her as well.

But Abigail was stronger than them. With her agility and speed, Abigail avoided their attacks by ducking over and stepping forward. She made a twist, turning around to face the back of those two women.

In a flash, Abigail grabbed the hairs of those two bitches and pulled them hard backward.

"Aaaah!"

"Ouchhhh!"

The two both winced in pain, stretching their arms to scratch Abigail using their sharp nails. These were the typical women's catfights wherein everyone tried to pull each other's hair, scratch and slap each other's faces.

Abigail just rolled her eyes, lazily bumping the two together by swinging their hairs in the same direction.

Thud!

Their heads collided because of Abigail's clever move. The two women cried out in both pain and embarrassment, their eyes burned with tears. She was too strong for them to handle.

"You will pay for this you Bitch!" The tallest woman yelled at her while rubbing her head.

One woman dashed out to call for help. "Help! Help! Someone is assaulting us here! Please call the security!"

Abigail just looked at them helplessly. She was not afraid of them so be it– they could call for help. But then again, she was reminded of Nathan's rule.

One woman already escaped. Even if she knocked this woman down, there was another witness who would testify against her. She didn't want Nathan to get mad at her because of these two worthless women.

Without further ado, Abigail punched the faucet and the water squirted out thus soaking her face and the upper part of her dress. The tallest woman jolted in fright but she just watched her in puzzlement.

'What is she doing? Is she insane?'

She even gasped when Abigail suddenly tore some part of her gown including one of her off-shoulder sleeves. And viola! Abigail looked like she was harassed by someone, except that she didn't have any bruises.

Then Abigail intentionally bumped her shoulder into the metal cubicle to create some bruises.

"You are Crazy!" The woman screamed in disbelief as she witnessed Abigail hurting herself. It was painful for her but for Abigail, it was only like a bite of an ant. She was used to this kind of pain. She had a high tolerance for it.

However, she had forgotten that this was not her body so she still felt a slight tinge of discomfort and ache. But she could manage. This was just a small sacrifice for a greater cause. She just hoped it would work and Nathan would buy it.

'Damn! The devil is unpredictable. I don't know how he will react once he learns about this.' Abigail bit her lower lip.

A few seconds later, several footsteps were approaching the Ladies' comfort room. Three guards entered along with the woman who asked for help. But this time, the woman was already accompanied by another guy who looked like a very influential man.

"She is the one who pulled our hair and hit our heads. She also slapped my friend!" The woman pointed her finger at Abigail, giving her a deathly glare.

"Who are you? How dare you assault my girlfriend?!" The man was about to attack Abigail but the three guards stopped the man.

"Calm down, sir! We don't know yet who was at fault here." One guard spoke up, trying to pacify the man.

They didn't know who was telling the truth as the Lady in Red looked like she was hurt as well. She was soaking wet and her dress was in a great mess.

"Who are you?! Show us your thick face?!" The tallest woman found her courage as her friend and her strong backer arrived.

'Bitch. You are in trouble now!'

"Come, show us your face!" She repeated. She charged once again to remove Abigail's mask but Abigail blocked her hand, grabbing her wrist.

"See, she is strong enough to assault us both!"

Abigail frowned before releasing the woman's wrist. She had forgotten that she was supposed to act weak.

"Such a great pretender!" The tallest woman swung her arms again, trying to remove Abigail's mask.

However, a deep cold voice was heard at the entrance door, making everyone stop and turn around at the source of that masculine voice.

"What is happening here?" Nathan's blazing eyes were glued at Abigail's messy appearance.