NovelUpdateChapter 206 The man gritted his teeth, his face contorted with agony and desperation. His eyes were bloodshot, like a cornered beast with no escape.
"Three... Two... One..." With the final number uttered, he steeled himself and brought the knife down, severing his wife's thumb with a swift, brutal motion.
A scream, chilling and primal, tore from the woman's throat, echoing through the room.
Her body convulsed violently before she collapsed, fainting from the intense pain.
However, the bodyguards showed no mercy. They swiftly grabbed a bucket of ice water and, without hesitation, splashed it over her face.
The shock of the cold water jolted her back to consciousness. She stared at the bloody stump where her thumb used to be, and another heart-wrenching cry erupted from her.
The bloodied knife clattered to the floor from the man's trembling hand. He fell to his knees, trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe onlookers turned pale, horrified by the gruesscene. Swomen covered their mouths, stifling their gasps, while smen averted their eyes, unable to bear the sight.
Friends of the couple stepped back, frightened of being caught up in this terrifying ordeal.
The remaining three couples were paralyzed with fear.
Sean watched the kneeling man coldly, his voice devoid of sympathy. "Next." The men recoiled, their faces ashen, legs shaking so badly they could barely stand.
Their wives began to plead desperately.
Sean remained unmoved, prompting them to appeal to Claire.
"Ms. Linwood, we're sorry. Please, have mercy on us." "We'll do anything you ask. Just spare us." "Please." Claire gazed at their terrified faces, feeling no pity.
She had Mr. Foster to protect her, enabling her to stand here and seek revenge.
Without him, the beatings and humiliation she endured would remain buried in darkness.
If she met these socialites again, she'd face further scorn and abuse.
Why should she be expected to forgive those who had harmed her? Claire bent down and picked up the bloodstained knife, watching the blood trickle down and form crimson flowers on the polished floor.
She handed the knife to one of the men, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. "The wrongs I suffered can't just be brushed aside, don't you agree?" The man stared at Claire in terror. She seemed so delicate, as if a breeze could knock her over, yet her eyes held a chilling resolve.
Her meaning was clear: she would not let this go.
Seeing his hesitation, Claire's smile faded, her voice like ice. "I don't want to waste any more words with you." The coldness in her tone made the man shudder.
With trembling hands, he took the knife and, steeling himself, did the sas the first man, severing his wife's thumb.
Cries of agony erupted one after another.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAll four socialites lost their right thumbs, their clothing stripped to their undergarments.
Their bodies lay exposed to the crowd, their cries of shand pain echoing through the hall. The bodyguards dragged the weeping women out of the ballroom.
At six in the evening, during rush hour, the streets were bustling with cars and people.
The four women were unceremoniously thrown out of the hotel, causing a commotion.
Passersby stopped to stare, their eyes filled with shock, curiosity, and pity.
Their dignity was shattered, their hands mutilated, and high society! would never accept them again. Their ET.
futures were ruined... The air in the ballroom was thick with tension and dread.
Vanessa and Brian, having witnessed Sean's ruthlessness, kept silent,m minimizing their presence, fearing they might be next. Sean turned his gaze to Yvonne, his voice deep and icy. "Now, it's your turn."
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