Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1715

Chapter 1715

Dior scoffed at both Sonia and George, though pressing her pocket tightly as she did.

Noticing just how alarmed she was, Sonia was more certain that Dior had recorded their conversation.

Sonia tried grabbing at her pocket to reach for her phone, yet she was considerably weaker than Dior was. Despite struggling against her, she still could not move Dior's hand away from her pocket, much to her fury.

Running out of patience, Sonia lifted her hand and-

Smack! A slap landed on Dior's body.

"B*tch! Who do you think you are?" growled Sonia. "How dare you stick your nose into my plans? Move your hand away now!"

A stinging pain was left in the aftermath of Sonia's slap, and a red handprint was left on Dior's fair skin.

Oh, how Dior's eyes burned with flames of ferocity.

Not one soul had laid a hand on her from a young age. She was Dior Granger, princess of the Granger family!

Dior wanted to lift her hand and slap Sonia, but she knew that the moment she would lift her hand, George would try and fish out her phone.

Dior could only glare at Sonia. "Don't you dare! As long as I'm here, you won’t be able to lie to Harry!”

Sonia's smirk deepened into one of animosity as she sneered. "Aww, how sweet-l’m almost touched! Ah, but what's the point in doing all of this? You've done so much for Harry, but not only does he not

care about you, he’d give up his life for me! All I have to do is be all soft and pretty. He even accepted the baby I had with another man! Isn't that something?"

Sonia's words stabbed Dior’s heart like a sharp dagger.

Dior's face changed. She felt pain in her heart.

So what if this was true? Even though Harry did not like her, she would not allow him to be lied to by a woman like this!

Unbeknownst to her, however, Sonia had given George her signal, to which George sprang into action, reaching out and pulling Dior’s hand away from her pocket.

Dior's expression morphed as she began to put up a fight. "Let go of me! Let go of me!"

She steeled herself from the pain in her ankle as she resisted.

Alas, apart from the constant pain in her ankle, nothing changed in her favor.

Furthermore, George, being the more powerful individual physically, had managed to lock Dior's hands behind her back and stood on her ankle with one foot.

Overwhelmed with excruciating pain, Dior's body went limp, and Sonia seized the opportunity to reach into Dior's pocket and fished out her phone.

Seeing what she had grabbed, Dior vehemently flailed as she snapped," Give it back!"

Sonia happily tapped the phone awake and hovered in at Dior's face to unlock it. She cleverly opened the recorder app and, just as expected, noticed a newly saved recording.

She haughtily clicked on the recording, having it replay the audio, and was instantly greeted with the recording of her conversation with George.

Sonia glared at Dior coldly. 'You really are trying to win Harry back!" i "Give back the phone to me!" roared Dior as she tried worming her way out of George's hold.

"Alright.” Sonia smirked and slowly brought the phone toward Dior "Sonia!" squeaked George. "What are you doing?"

Dior glared at Sonia. Despite Sonia’s supposed compliance with her demand, she knew she had to be on her guard.

If Sonia would return her phone, she would not have come all the way out to snatch it from her in the first place. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

As expected...

Sonia held on the phone and reached out to her, but before Dior could touch it, Sonia tossed it away.