She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 663 The Legal Wife Arrives to Protect the Mistress

"Smack-"

Cynthia hadn't even steadied herself when she received a resounding slap to the face, the sound ringing in everyone's ears. And a magical scene unfolded-a milky white object fell from Cynthia's face, landing precisely at Kate's feet.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Curiously, she bent down to pick it up from the ground, examining it in the palm of her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

It was soft, a little slippery.

It seemed like silicone...

"Ah! Quick, look at the Cynthia's chin, oh my goodness..."

Suddenly, someone yelled, and all eyes simultaneously converged on Cynthia's face.

After the false chin implant fell off, her real chin appeared short and round, slightly upwardly inclined.

Paired with this chin, she seemed like a shoehorn.

Laughter and gossip erupted in the crowd, each remark reaching Cynthia's ears, stimulating every nerve in her body.

"So she really had plastic surgery, she didn't even admit it when it was exposed before!"

"It's fine to have plastic surgery, but she insisted on pretending to be a natural beauty, so hypocritical."

"Exactly, oh my goodness! Her chin is so ugly..."

"Her implants have been exposed, it's so shameful."

Kate, belatedly realizing the soft object in her hand was Cynthia's implant, felt awkward. Should she return it to her? Or just discard it on the spot?

Before she could decide, feeling utterly embarrassed, Cynthia covered her chin and walked over in towering rage on her slim heels.

Snatching the silicone implant from Kate's hand, her eyes red with anger, she demanded, "Give it back!"

Behind her, Amelia, unbothered, continued to expose Cynthia's secrets.

"She had her cheekbones shaved, her epicanthic fold opened, had a nose job, and had her chin elongated. It seems like your plastic surgeon is from the same beauty salon as mine, Cynthia." By now, Cynthia still refused to admit she had plastic surgery. She turned around and angrily shouted at Miss Walsh, "You are the one who had plastic surgery, your whole family has had it." To her surprise, Amelia casually spread her hands, openly admitting her plastic surgery.

"That's right, I've had plastic surgery. I've spent nearly thirty million, had it done ten times... Oh, it's not just me, my parents and my brother's wife have all had plastic surgery."

"By the way, let me tell you a secret, my sister-in-law had breast augmentation, and keep my brother by selling lingerie online."

Kate blushed, almost choking on her own saliva.

"Ahem..."

Wasn't this news too explosive?

Miss Walsh's brother, actually supported by his wife?

Later, she found out that "selling lingerie online" wasn't as simple as it sounded.

Her sister-in-law turned out to be the pioneer of online influencer marketing, her self-created shapewear lingerie brand selling globally, becoming a high-end women's product. People like Cynthia, who were proud and pretended to be virtuous, needed someone like Miss Walsh, bold and thick-skinned, unafraid to put her in her place.

Both had undergone plastic surgery, but look how candid the other was. Not at all like her, so hypocritical.

Cynthia's eyes turned red with anger as she trembled, quickly pulling out her phone and making a call.

In no time, over a dozen men in black suits, who seemed to be bodyguards, rushed over, surrounding Miss Walsh and her people.

"Get them!" Cynthia ordered.

Seeing a potential fight about to break out, Kate's expression changed. She immediately walked up to Miss Walsh, spreading her arms protectively around her. With clear and bright eyes fixed on Cynthia, her eyebrows furrowed as she calmly said, "This whole situation started because of me. Just come after me, not her."

To be honest, Amelia had eight bodyguards standing behind her, so she didn't actually need to stand up for herself.

However, nobody had ever stood in front of her to protect her before, so Amelia's heart warmed as she looked at Kate with gratitude in her eyes.

Cynthia clenched her teeth, grinding them fiercely. "Do you think you can escape? Let's fight!"

What should they do now?

If a real fight broke out, it would result in significant losses for both sides.

Mr. Stout, feeling anxious and wanting to intervene, hesitated when he saw the deadlock between the two parties.

However, at that very moment, the ten bodyguards Cynthia had brought unexpectedly kneeled down as soon as they saw Amelia.

They kneeled down in perfect unison.

With loud voices, they exclaimed, "Captain!"

A surprised gasp escaped the onlookers as they witnessed this unexpected turn of events. What was going on?

Weren't these men called upon by Miss Norman? Yet, here they were, kneeling before Miss Walsh and referring to her as "Captain."

Amelia squinted her eyes in satisfaction with their attitude, but still walked up to the front of the group, where the young man stood as their leader.

Ignoring her high heels and skirt, she

kicked him squarely in the head and

coldly snorted, "Get up! It's

embarrassing enough for all of you

to kneel like this. How did a bunch of

ex-soldiers end up working as

bodyguards for actors?"

The young man blushed upon being scolded. Helplessly, he explained, "Boss, we had no choice. After leaving the military, we didn't know anything except for training. We had no diploma or skills, just brute strength."

"The small amount of money from our retirement funds was gone within two or three years. So, we thought we'd stick to what we know and started a security company together."

And Cynthia was one of their clients.

Amelia reluctantly accepted their explanation and immediately announced, giving them a slap in the face, "I'll give you ten million. From now on, you're not allowed to work for that woman anymore."

The young man grinned, scratching the back of his head, and nodded vigorously.

"No need, boss. Even if you didn't say anything, we wouldn't work for her again. Truth be told, she's been a nuisance, bothering us with all sorts of things. Last time, she even asked us to deal with two cockroaches. Can you believe it? We're highly trained special forces veterans, and she wanted us to deal with two measly bugs. What a waste of talent."

Cynthia's face turned pale as if she had realized something.

"You... you are Miss Walsh, the lady of the Walsh family!"

Yes, she was Amelia, Master Glenn's fiancee. They said she joined the army at fifteen and served for ten years, holding a high military rank... That was also why the Weaver family was reluctant to call off the engagement.

But wasn't she in Onistead? How did she suddenly come to Akloit?