Summary of Chapter 1432 – A pivotal chapter in Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy by E. L. Clarke
The chapter Chapter 1432 is one of the most intense moments in Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy, written by E. L. Clarke. With signature elements of the Romance genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.
"That's right." Lorelei slowly raised her gaze, a trace of icy mockery in her clear eyes as her red lips parted. "If only it had been Lexi who married him. Too bad it wasn't her."
Just a few words, but every single one was a lethal blow.
"Lorelei Bellamy—" Greta flew into a rage, abruptly standing up with a twisted expression. "So what if you married Harold Houston? You still can't win his heart!"
"You've been married for years, and I bet I could count the number of times you've shared a bed on my ten fingers."
Taking a step forward, Greta glared down her nose at her, showing zero mercy. "If it wasn't for that accident, Dr. Houston probably wouldn't even know what you look like."
Hit right where it hurt, Lorelei slowly curled her fingers into tight fists at her sides.
It was true.
Even though she was the legitimate eldest daughter of the prestigious Bellamy family in Australis, her biological mother had died early, her stepmother was cruel, and her father couldn't care less about her.
High-society galas, elite socialite gatherings...
The one representing the Bellamy family had always been Lexi.
If it hadn't been for that "accident" that sent shockwaves through all of Australis, probably no one would have even known the Bellamy family had an eldest daughter.
"So what?"
Lorelei lifted her flawless, porcelain face, staring lazily at her smug stepmother. "As long as I don't divorce Harold, the position of Mrs. Houston belongs to me. Lexi wants a turn? Tell her to get in line!"
"You little slut!" Greta shrieked in frustration, raising her hand to slap her across the face. "Who do you think you are, flaunting that in front of me?"
"Slap—"
Lorelei might have looked fragile, but her grandmother had secretly enrolled her in martial arts training since she was little. She was more than capable of defending herself.
She intercepted Greta's wrist mid-air, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "You miserable old hag. You don't have the right to dictate anything to me."
Greta stood frozen, staring at her in absolute disbelief.
What did she just call her?
A miserable old hag!

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