NovelGoldChapter 201 Aberdeen was trembling with rage upon hearing Lucas Foster's words. She struck him hard with her cane. "Shut up! This mess wouldn't have happened if you hadn't married someone so disgraceful!" "Your wife has tormented my granddaughter-in-law to no end, and yet you stand here trying to smooth things over!" Lucas felt utterly humiliated being reprimanded by his own mother in front of everyone.
He gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger, and walked to the door of the banquet hall, attempting to leave. But the door was locked tight and wouldn't budge.
"Assistant Liam, open the door!" Lucas commanded, his voice carrying an edge of authority that brooked no refusal.
Liam maintained a polite smile, but his tone was firm. "If the chairman doesn't want Mr. Foster to be upset, he should wait patiently here." Lucas was infuriated. "Do you dare defy me? Do you believe I won't fire you?" Liam's smile remained. "I believe you, sir. But for now, you should wait." Lucas clenched his fists in frustration, but there was nothing he could do.
The guests watched in silent fear, stunned that Liam would ignore the chairman's orders. The tension in the room was palpable, making it hard to breathe.
Yvonne Smith sat on the floor, her eyes vacant.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeveral of the socialites had been slapped by their husbands, their faces bruised, but they dared not complain. They only hoped that when Sean Foster returned, he might show them smercy upon seeing their plight.
Sean cradled Claire Linwood in his arms as he walked through the long hotel corridor.
Claire leaned against his broad chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, which gave her an unprecedented sense of security.
As they turned a corner, an unwelcvoice reached Claire's ears. "Mr. Foster, where are you off to?" Brian Cole stood not far away, sporting a sycophantic smile.
Despite his usual arrogance, Brian had to humble himself in front of Sean.
Beside Brian, Vanessa Linwood stared at Sean, momentarily entranced.
Sean glanced at the two of them, his gaze lingering on the torn embroidery in Vanessa's hand. His eyes narrowed slightly.
He could feel Claire tense up in his arms. Although he didn't know the full story, he could infer from the details that Brian and Vanessa were somehow responsible for Claire's current state.
He stopped, his expression surprisingly calm. "Mr. Cole, shouldn't you be heading to the banquet hall?" Brian, flustered by the unexpected civility, nodded quickly. "Yes, of course. Mr. Foster, are you..." He tried to get a better look at the person Sean was holding, but Claire was wrapped securely, leaving only her delicate feet visible.
Vanessa glared at Claire in Sean's arms, her expression briefly hostile before reverting to her usual innocent demeanor, her large, seemingly pure eyes blinking at Sean.
However, Sean didn't spare her a glance.
He didn't answer Brian's question, simply stating, "You two go ahead, I'll be there shortly." Brian and Vanessa didn't think twice, bidding Sean farewell before hurrying to the banquet hall.
Sean watched their retreating figures, a small smile playing on his lips. Speaking into a concealed microphone, he instructed, "Liam, let those two in." After all, rounding up everyone who had wronged Claire would make it easier to deal with them all at once, wouldn't it? "Don't worry," he whispered reassuringly.
Claire's tense body gradually relaxed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSean carried Claire back to their private suite.
Claire went straight to the bathroom, while Sean instructed his men ton purchase clothes and medicine for Claire and demanded immediate access to the hotel's surveillance footage. His team worked swiftly; the clothes, medicine, and surveillance video were soon ready.
As Sean reviewed the footage, his brow furrowed.
He saw Vanessa provoking Claire, ruining her hairstyle, Brian siding with Vanessa without question, eventually dragging Claire into a private room, and Vanessa tearing up the embroidery, along with Yvonne and others assaulting Claire. Sean watched every detail unfold clearly.
With each scene, Sean's anger grew, especially when he saw the blood on Brian's tips. His grip on his phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. At that moment, the bathroom door opened.
Sean put down his phone and looked up to see Claire emerging in a white bathrobe.
Her hair was damp against her shoulders, her eyes sparkling as if freshly washed, her long lashes glistening with droplets that occasionally fell.
The bathrobe clung softly to her, its neckline slightly open, revealing her fair neck and collarbone, accentuating her graceful lines.
Her lips were a soft red, making her appear both strikingly beautiful and achingly vulnerable.
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