Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling

Chapter 463: Chapter 463: I’ll Call Her Over to Hack You Now

"So, you’re saying she got... you know? Tsk tsk... I bet she was in heaven!"

"I heard there were two of them."

"No, it was three."

"Oh my, she must be over the moon. No wonder we haven’t seen that little vixen out today. She probably can’t even get out of bed."

The women’s eyes gleamed with malice. They stopped working and gathered together to slander Rosalind Green. In their hearts, they all knew that nothing had likely happened the previous night, but they refused to believe it. They preferred to believe that Rosalind’s virtue was gone for good.

"Hmph, she’s probably loving it. I bet she wishes those thugs would come knocking every day!" Mandy York said with a venomous look. The truth was, she had no personal grudge against Rosalind; she just couldn’t stand her bewitching looks.

"Have you all got nothing better to do? Spreading rumors behind someone’s back all day... You’d better watch out, or you’ll get what’s coming to you!"

Fiona Rhodes walked over and chided them, her face grim. After interacting with Rosalind for a few days, her opinion of the so-called "vixen" had started to change. Sure, she still didn’t like how delicate Rosalind was, but she could tell Rosalind wasn’t a promiscuous woman. The woman was practically a shut-in; where would she even find men to seduce?

Besides, she was counting on Adrian Hawthorne to help her get rich, so she couldn’t just let these foolish women slander Rosalind.

"We’re just stating facts. Did those thugs not show up last night? Everyone here heard it!" Mandy York retorted in a snide tone, completely unafraid of Fiona Rhodes.

’Just because she’s the village chief’s daughter-in-law, she thinks she can boss me around? Hmph, fat chance!’

Fiona Rhodes was introverted and not particularly quick with her words. Having only been married into a family in Millstone Peak for three years, she was still considered a new bride and wasn’t nearly as thick-skinned as Mandy. She was left speechless, her face flushing red with anger.

"Heard what? I was sleeping at the Hawthorne family’s place last night. Who knows what happened better than I do?"

Phoebe Huxley strode over, glaring at the gaggle of gossips with a fierce expression.

"Phoebe, you were sleeping at the Hawthornes’? Quick, tell us what really happened last night," someone asked curiously. The other women all stared at Phoebe Huxley, eager to get the firsthand story.

"What was there to happen? A couple of thugs with bad intentions showed up. That vixen—I mean, Rosalind Green—grabbed a hatchet and went after them. She nearly chopped their heads off. There was blood everywhere. Scared them off real good."

Phoebe Huxley said this nonchalantly, but the crowd was skeptical.

"Rosalind Green, attack someone? Phoebe, who are you trying to fool? The woman can’t even bring herself to kill a chicken. She’s completely useless, can’t lift a finger to do any real work. How could a delicate little flower like her attack anyone?" someone challenged.

The others all nodded in agreement. Rosalind had worked in the fields with them before, and her frail helplessness had driven them mad. She’d once burst into tears over a single leech on her foot. A useless little thing like her probably couldn’t even lift a hatchet.

Phoebe Huxley snapped back, "What do I get for lying to you? Money? Just because she was scared before doesn’t mean she is now. Are people not allowed to get stronger?"

"Maybe she’s gotten stronger in bed, that’s more like it. You’re all chummy with her family now, so of course you’d stick up for her," Mandy York shrieked.

That really set Phoebe Huxley off. She shot Mandy York a vicious glare and sneered, "You don’t believe it, huh? Fine. I’ll go get Rosalind right now and have her come take a swing at you. We’ll see if she dares."

Mandy York jumped, her heart skipping a beat, but she quickly composed herself. ’That vixen would never dare,’ she thought. ’I’m not afraid.’

"Then go get her! You think I’m scared? Go on, bring her here! Let’s see if she has the guts to touch me!"

Mandy York talked a big game, certain that Rosalind didn’t have the guts.