Chapter 466: Chapter 466: Rosalind Green Gone Mad
Rosalind Green’s limbs felt weak, and she had little strength left. But a fire was smoldering in her heart—a fire that had been suppressed for four years. Even a clay figure has some fight in it, let alone a living, breathing person. Goaded by Phoebe Huxley, she really did lunge at Mandy York.
Mandy York’s legs were jelly from running, so Rosalind’s lunge easily knocked her down. Phoebe Huxley directed from the sidelines, "Pull her hair, slap her face, and kick her in the stomach!"
These were her three signature moves for a fight, and they were absolutely effective.
Rosalind’s mind was a complete blank. She couldn’t think for herself, simply doing whatever Phoebe Huxley said like a robot. And so...
Pulling hair, slapping faces, kicking stomachs.
Rosalind copied her every move, following Phoebe Huxley’s instructions to the letter. Her strength was limited, so her attacks weren’t as devastating as Phoebe’s, but it was more than enough to make Mandy York suffer.
"I’ll kill you... Spouting nothing but filth, slandering my name..."
Rosalind gripped Mandy York’s hair tightly with one hand while slapping her face with the other. One foot kicked relentlessly at her stomach, perfectly executing Phoebe Huxley’s three key tactics.
Phoebe Huxley roared with laughter as she watched. Her impression of Rosalind Green improved considerably. ’This little vixen isn’t completely useless after all,’ she thought. ’There’s room for improvement.’
"Kick her in the kneecaps! Get on her stomach and jump!"
Advisor Huxley was at it again with her nasty ideas. Her principle was simple: either don’t start a fight, or if you do, be ruthless. A few painless slaps were pointless. Rosalind had been on the verge of exhaustion, but seeing the usually fierce and domineering Mandy York now helpless as a lamb beneath her, with no power to fight back, she suddenly felt a surge of confidence, and her strength returned.
Following Phoebe Huxley’s instructions, she aimed a hard kick at Mandy York’s kneecap. Both of them fell to the ground, getting covered in mud.
"You little bitch, you dare kick me? I’ll skin you alive!"
Mandy York recovered, aching all over her head, body, and face. Her scalp in particular burned as if chili oil had been poured on it. She could stomach losing to Phoebe Huxley—even men couldn’t win against that fiery woman. But to be bullied by a useless good-for-nothing like Rosalind Green? A fire of rage ignited in Mandy’s heart, and she wanted nothing more than to rip the little bitch to shreds.
The two began to grapple. Mandy York gained the upper hand, pinning Rosalind Green beneath her. It looked like Rosalind was about to get hit.
"Village Chief, Mandy York is slacking off and not doing her work!"
Phoebe Huxley’s booming voice rang out. Mandy York, who had been about to slap her, froze for a second and instinctively looked over. Seizing the opportunity, Rosalind executed a perfect reversal, flipping Mandy over and pinning her underneath. This time, she didn’t need Phoebe’s direction. She went at it with hands and teeth.
Grabbing hair, biting ears, choking necks.
A woman’s three signature moves. Rosalind Green used them quite well, even if she was a bit lacking in strength.
Mandy York’s throat was caught in a death grip. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and her legs thrashed wildly as she tried to break free. But Rosalind Green was in a frenzy. Every word Mandy had said earlier was sharper than a knife, and they had all struck at the one thing Rosalind cared about most: her reputation.
Since she was a child, her father had taught her that a woman’s reputation was more important than her life. If her reputation was ruined, she would have no reason to live and might as well end it all with a silken cord.
"I didn’t do anything wrong! I chased that hooligan off with a chopper! I’ve lived my life with a clear conscience! I haven’t done anything to betray my husband! You’re just spouting shit..."
Rosalind’s eyes were bloodshot, her face and body caked in mud. She choked Mandy York with all her might, her delicate features twisted with a ruthless fury. She kept muttering, repeating over and over again that she had never betrayed her husband.
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