Lorell's wife grabbed Phoebe Sterling by the hair and yanked hard. With a THUD, Phoebe Sterling went sprawling on the floor.
Watching the drama unfold from the hallway, Laura Lowell and Peach couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.
"Ouch, that looks painful."
Peach's gloating laughter reached Phoebe Sterling's ears. A wave of humiliation washed over her, but she was powerless to move. She could only lie there, disgraced like a clown, and endure the mockery.
Lorell's wife crouched down, her still-elegant face twisted into a terrifying scowl. "You little vixen, don't think for a second I don't know what you're up to. Getting a few resources for sleeping with him is one thing, but to actually fantasize about taking my place? You think you're worthy?"
The woman raised her hand and landed several sharp slaps across Phoebe Sterling's face. The crisp cracks echoed in the still air.
