I stood up awkwardly. "I'm sorry, but who are you?"

The woman laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Don't pretend to be stupid. Listen carefully, you're not good enough for Rafayel. He's a seven-figure businessman, and you... you're just a cheap woman who'll sleep in any bed that—"

Before she could finish her vile sentence, Mary, enraged, slapped the woman across the face. "How dare you speak to Mrs. Lopez that way! Aren't you afraid her father will have you hanged!"

Instead of backing down, the woman, who clearly had no idea who she was dealing with, slapped Mary back with such force that she stumbled and fell. I screamed and...