NovelGoldChapter 199 Yvonne Smith's face turned ashen in an instant.
Moments ago, she had been consumed with a burning desire to humiliate Claire. But now, seeing Sean was like having a bucket of ice-cold water poured over her head. Her fevered mind cleared, and her previously arrogant demeanor evaporated.
Her mind raced, desperately searching for a way to explain herself, but it was as if an invisible hand choked her throat, stopping any words from escaping.
Her eyes met Sean's, which were cold and sharp as knives. A chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, as if his gaze alone could slice her to pieces.
"M-Mr. Foster..." Yvonne managed to force out a weak smile, but her voice was dry and trembling, as if squeezed out through clenched teeth. "Today is all about Mrs. Foster, I... I was just trying to lighten the mood." The women who had helped Yvonne torment Claire suddenly realized the gravity of the situation. They plastered on nervous smiles.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mr. Foster, we... we were just joking." "Yes, just joking..." Sean, however, didn't spare them a glance. His eyes passed over them and settled on the pitiful figure lying on the ground.
Claire's clothes were nearly shredded to pieces, her exposed skin covered with bruises, her face swollen beyond recognition. Her hair was a tangled mess on the floor, matted with blood and tears, adding to her pitiful state.
Even so, Sean recognized her immediately.
His pupils contracted sharply, his breath caught, and the shock on his face swiftly transformed into a blazing fury, as if his gaze could incinerate everything around him.
He quickly shrugged off his expensive tailored jacket, and with urgent yet tender movements, he draped it over Claire's battered body.
Without hesitation, he scooped Claire into his arms, instinctively tightening his hold to wrap her securely. "Mr. Foster!" someone exclaimed, stepping back in surprise.
Seeing Sean, known for his aversion to dirt and distance from strangers, using his own clothing to cover a bloodied woman left everyone stunned.
Under the pearly chandelier light, the tension in Sean's jawline glinted with a cold sheen. As he slightly bent his long legs, the luxurious fabric of his trousers absorbed the dark red stains dripping from Claire.
Amidst the collective gasps in the banquet hall, Claire suddenly twitched in his arms.
Her eyelashes, stuck together with blood, struggled to open, her unfocused pupils reflecting his grim face. She forced a broken smile, "Mr. Foster... did you cto rescue me?" The words pierced Sean's chest like an ice pick.
His arm muscles instantly tensed, his Adam's apple bobbing twice with emotion, and he drew her even closer. "Yes," he replied softly, as if afraid to startle her.
Through the sweat-drenched shirt, he could feel the sharpness of her shoulder blades, highlighting her frailty and vulnerability.
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Sean's icy gaze, like a tangible blade, swept over everyone present finally locking onto Yvonne Smith's face like a nail driven into wood. Yvonne felt a buzz in her brain, her vision darkened, and her legs almost gave way beneath her.
"You... she..." she stammered, lips trembling, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"Seal off the area," Sean commanded, his voice as cold as ice. "No one leaves until I return."
"Everyone involved should consider the value of their limbs and whether limbs and whether they can compensate for the harm done to my person." As Liam reached for his walkie-talkie, Yvonne Smith suddenly shrieked and lunged forward.
She realized something was terribly wrong and was all too aware of Sean's methods.
"Mr. Foster, please listen! This woman seduced your father first! I only..." "Seduced?" Sean chuckled suddenly, a chilling sound. "It seems Ms. Smith needs a lesson..."
As he spoke, he advanced toward Yvonne Smith, forcing her to backup until she collided with the dining table. "A lesson in telling truth from lies."
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