NovelGoldChapter 204 Brian struggled futilely, his voice rising with fury. "Sean, how dare you treat Vanessa like this? I'll never let you get away with it!" His eyes were bloodshot and wild, his face twisted with rage. But to Sean, Brian's threats were no more than the impotent cries of an ant. Sean couldn't be bothered to spare him a second glance.
With no impact on Sean, Brian turned his ire towards Claire. "Claire, Vanessa is your sister, and you're just going to stand by and watch her be bullied? What kind of person are you?" Claire let out a derisive laugh, refusing to play into his accusations. "It's been over a month, Brian. Irene Cole should be able to speak by now, right? Is it that she hasn't told you the truth, or you just won't give her the chance to?" Brian's face went pale as a sheet. He had sent Irene abroad precisely to avoid hearing the truths he didn't want to face. As long as she stayed silent, he could pretend he hadn't made mistakes, hadn't wronged Claire. In his mind, everything he'd done to Claire was justified.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUnwilling to continue discussing Irene, he shifted the blback to Claire. "I'm your fiancé, yet you're cavorting with another man. Have you no shame?" "Claire, tell them to stop right now, or I swear I'll never forgive you." Claire simply watched Brian, his accusations and insults like the antics of a clown in a tragicomedy, unable to stir any emotion within her except for a deep sense of absurdity.
Sean frowned, his voice cutting through the tension with three cold words. "Too much noise." Understanding Sean's cue, Liam swiftly removed his sock and unceremoniously stuffed it into Brian's mouth. Brian's eyes widened in shock, and he wriggled desperately, trying to free himself from the guards' hold, but it was useless.
He tried to spit out the foul-smelling sock, but no amount of effort could expel it. The acrid stench filled his mouth, almost making him gag. All he could manage were muffled "mmph" sounds as he watched helplessly while Vanessa's hair was shorn away, strand by strand.
Vanessa slumped onto the floor, her gaze hollow and empty. A strange silence settled over the banquet hall. Sean's gaze shifted slightly, landing coldly on the four society women who had joined Yvonne in assaulting Claire. His icy stare seemed to carry an invisible chill, making the women and their husbands shiver uncontrollably.
"Mr. Foster, we didn't know she was with you. If we had, we would never have dared lay a finger on her," one of the women stammered, her voice trembling with fear and desperation.
"Yes, yes, we only acted out of anger because we heard she was trying to seduce Chairman Foster. Please forgive us, we meant well but did wrong," another woman quickly chimed in, her face plastered with a sycophantic smile.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTheir husbands stepped forward, echoing their pleas. "Mr. Foster, we've already reprimanded them. They understand their mistake."
Sean let out a small, cold laugh, his voice dripping with icy sarcasm. "Your so-called reprimand seems a bit too light-handed. My associate was left exposed after her clothes were torn to shreds in front of you all." "And you think a simple admission of guilt is enough?"
The four women blanched, realizing that Sean had no intention of letting them off easily. They husbands, too, were struck with panic, scrambling to offer explanations. "Mr. Foster, it's all just a misunderstanding..." Sean's lips curled into a chilling smirk. "I'm not unreasonable. Since you admit your faults, a fair trade is in order."
"If you enjoy using your hands so much, then let's leave one finger from each, and strip them bare to be tossed out of the hotel. Let the public have a good look." As Sean pronounced his merciless verdict, the women's faces drained of all color, becoming as white as sheets.
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