Taboo Stepson System

Chapter 185: Dealing With A Karen, Betrayal

Just as everyone thought everything was over, a sharp, angry voice echoed, drawing everyone’s attention toward a woman in a blue swimsuit and flip-flops who was walking briskly toward Becky.

Instantly, many eyes widened in shock, both at Yasmin’s beauty and the fact that she had referred to Jazmín as her daughter. Even if the similarity between them was as clear as comparing two white sheets of paper, it was hard to accept the reality behind those words.

Becky saw Yasmin walking toward her, and her mind trembled with fear.

’What’s going on?’

This thought wasn’t shared by her alone, but by everyone presently watching.

"Stop! What do you want to do? Who are you? Don’t you dare hit me! Ahhhh!"

Becky tried to defend herself against the furious Yasmin, but Yasmin switched to her left hand and delivered an astounding slap that drenched the air in a cold silence.

In the water, after being pushed disgracefully by Miles, Preston continued to act like he was drowning, secretly wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

Meanwhile, the slap Yasmin delivered left a deep red imprint, which Becky quickly covered in a pained daze, disbelief written all over her eyes.

Seeing her mother being slapped, Penelope wanted to bark, but she was instantly silenced by a harsh stare from Yasmin.

"You hit my daughter? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Yasmin had absolutely no chill and went to kick Becky, but she was quickly held back by Miles.

After this wake-up call, some of the women finally reacted and stood up in a group from their loungers.

"How lousy. I never expected the standards here to be so low. Women ’of status’ watching a minor being assaulted?"

A mocking, cold voice sounded. The women who were walking toward Yasmin to step in suddenly halted as they noticed a thick, voluptuous, and curvy figure. She was down-to-earth sexy, with two big melons proudly on display on her chest as she walked from the opposite direction.

What’s more, walking a step behind her were three striking figures that almost choked the onlookers with envy. First was an equally voluptuous girl in a black swimsuit with big boobs and thick thighs. Next was a diva in a pink swimsuit with a medium bust size but a flawless, model-like body with matching specifications that left them in awe. The third was the blow that hurt the most, because she was slender in an exceptional way—a perfect creation possessing the exact kind of body they all secretly longed for.

’How can she have such perfect daughters?’ many inwardly lamented.

Of course, they all recognized Hannah right away; after all, she was their common foe. However, her appearance was entirely unexpected after so many years of absence.

Meanwhile, at the sight of the new arrivals, the youths—with no exclusion to gender—were in total awe. They couldn’t help but think that if only their mothers and sisters looked like that, they would secretly goon every night. It was pure, heartfelt admiration for creatures much more endowed than they were.

In the pool, Preston swallowed hard, staring wide-eyed at the girls. But the biggest blow to the boy was yet to unfold.

"Hello, ladies."

Hannah walked forward without stopping until she stood right before Becky. She then craned her neck to look past her at the other women, acting as if the person in front of her didn’t even exist.

"I trust we’ve all been good. Nice to meet you all again," Hannah said with a smile, while Becky couldn’t utter a single word despite the countless scenarios she had simulated in her head for years.

Seeing how pleasantly Hannah greeted them, the great sense of foreboding in the women’s hearts dissipated. It was a huge contrast to how they speculated she would react.

With Becky totally embarrassed and unable to speak, the women exchanged glances.

"Welcome, Hannah. It’s such a great pleasure that you’re here to join us today," Preston’s mom said with a courteous smile.

"Oh, thank you. It’s entirely my pleasure to be here among Sunflower Estate’s elite. Truly, my pleasure," Hannah said, a heavy hint of sarcasm dripping from her tone, causing the woman’s smile to turn awkward.

Acting as if she had suddenly remembered something, Hannah stepped to the side.

"Lest I forget, this is my new neighbor, Yasmin."

Passing the baton to Yasmin, who was greatly displeased and trying hard to suppress her rage, Hannah stepped back.

"Good afternoon, ladies—many of whom are mothers like myself. I would have said it is great to meet you, but when the ownership of my property was transferred to me, I wasn’t told I needed to report to the Sunflower Women’s Committee to have my daughter’s and my identities registered. If I had known, I gladly would have done so, of course—instead of letting my daughter use a pool she supposedly wasn’t entitled to, only to be assaulted by an esteemed woman of great authority."

Yasmin didn’t offer a single smile, staring coldly at all the women.

Hearing what Yasmin said, Becky was embarrassed to the core. Who was she kidding? Assaulting someone who actually lived in the estate? Goodbye to her social status.

Beside her, her daughter Penelope lowered her head in shame.

"My name is Catherine. I’m sorry for the wrong impression. The situation unfolded too fast for any of us to react. But trust me, this woman isn’t one of us."

To achieve her goal of becoming the leader of the Committee, Catherine coldly turned her eyes toward Becky, deciding to destroy their relationship once and for all with a sharp blow.

"Becky, even after all these years since you seduced your husband while working as a bartender, you still haven’t let go of your lowly attitude."

This cold dismissal caused most of the women to gasp, and what remained of Becky’s prestige instantly burst like a balloon.

"You liar! You bastard wretch! I always knew you were after my position. But to dare lie against me like this—I’ll sue your ass!"

"Oh, please. It’s time to stop pretending. Everyone knows your husband lost his job as a judge for corruption and bribery. Besides, your name is Becky; how exactly do you plan to prove I’m lying?"

"Let’s go."

Holding her daughter’s hand, Becky cast a hateful gaze at everyone and hurried away, her flat ass cheeks vanishing from sight.

"Come here."

Before Miles could even react, Hannah swung her arm around his neck and choked him into a jovial, tight hug.

’Crap, I’m going to get a hard-on.’

As his face was pressed firmly into her chest, the lips of everyone present—from the women to the young boys—parted in absolute shock.