The commotion quickly drew the attention of passersby.
Seeing the crowd, Talia became more arrogant. "I'm the daughter of the Pearson family and Danielle's elder sister. If you hurt me, you've insulted the entire Pearson family!
"Go get your manager. I need an explanation for today's incident."
The mall manager, having heard the commotion, was running toward her.
Talia puffed out her chest, reveling in her superiority. "So, you're the manager. No need to apologize, just give me an explanation..."
But the manager ignored her and went straight to Danielle, bowing deeply.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Pearson. It's my fault for not managing the mall properly and affecting your mood.
"Security, take this person and the sales assistant away."
Talia's face flushed with embarrassment, turning a deep shade of red. She made a move to grab the manager.
But Danielle's face remained stern, her eyes cold and her tone extremely impatient.
"Enough. You should go home now."
Breathing heavily, Talia felt humiliated.
She cursed fiercely on the way back, "Danielle is just nothing. Without me, she'd be nothing but a mess.
"How dare she embarrass me in front of so many people.
"I should have let her be raped by that man before going to rescue her."
I lowered my eyes and sent the recording to Danielle.
A few days later, Danielle announced that she was hosting a thank-you banquet for Talia.
She specifically mentioned that many single rich men from noble families would be invited.
She advised Talia to dress up well and said she might introduce Talia to suitable candidates.
Upon receiving the news, Talia likely thought of how I had been introduced to the wealthy heir Brodie Howell in my past life.
Determined to make the best impression, she hired an etiquette coach to ensure she would look her best in front of Brodie.
In this way, she could marry into a wealthy family and live the life of a high-society lady she had always dreamed of.
In that case, she would be no longer reliant on Danielle's favor.
When Talia arrived at the venue, she found that the banquet had already begun.
There was no grand welcoming ceremony as she had imagined.
Instead, a crowd had formed around a scene that was anything but pleasant.
She could somewhat hear the miserable sound.
Talia squeezed into the crowd. In the middle of the circle was a young man pinned to the wall, various numbers taped to his body.