NovelGoldChapter 205 Four affluent women, accustomed to a life of luxury and entitlement, now found themselves reduced to trembling lambs awaiting slaughter, their fear washing over them like a relentless tide.
They resembled withered leaves quivering in an autumn breeze, their once-proud heads now bowed low under the weight of sheer terror.
One of the women, her legs shaking uncontrollably, pleaded with a voice tinged with desperation, "Mr. Foster, could you please reconsider the punishment? We truly understand our mistake!" Her husband, once a commanding presence in the business world, now resembled a groveling pup, eager to appease. "Mr. Foster, please be generous. My wife didn't mean any harm. We'll do anything you ask, just spare her this time." The other three women were already reduced to tears, their carefully applied makeup streaking down their faces in a pitiful display of distress. "No, please don't strip us of our dignity like this, Mr. Foster. Have mercy!" Sean's lips curled into a sly, enigmatic smile. His voice was smooth and resonant, "Are you really willing to do anything?" A flicker of hope danced in their eyes as he seemed to relent. But in the next moment, his words descended like a hammer blow, "Even bankruptcy? Would you accept that?" The grand hall seemed to freeze, an invisible spell cast over its occupants. The faint smiles that had begun to form on their lips were instantly erased.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA wife could be replaced, but if the company went bankrupt, years of hard work would dissolve into nothing, and recovering would be near impossible. The men's eyes swirled with a tumult of greed and hesitation, but the scales of their self- interest ultimately tipped toward their businesses.
They could only watch as Sean signaled his guards to act.
The guards seized the women, dragging them to the side and pinning their arms firmly against a table. "No, letgo!" the women cried and struggled, their voices a cacophony of panic.
Sean, with an air of detached elegance, picked up a fruit knife, its blade gleaming menacingly under the lights, reflecting in his stern visage. He handed the knife to one of the husbands.
The man was pale with fright. "Mr. Foster, what do you mean by this?" Sean's smile was faint, almost ghostly, as he replied, "You haven't been able to control your wife at home, which is why she dared to act recklessly outside. Now, I'm giving you the chance to rectify that." The man's hand trembled violently as he clutched the knife. His gaze oscillated between Sean's cold, implacable eyes and his wife's tear-streaked, despairing face, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his conscience.
His lips quivered, desperate to plead, yet his throat felt like it was gripped by an invisible vice, rendering him mute.
"Darling, don't listen to him," his wife sobbed.
He glanced at her, a flash of agony and reluctance in his eyes. He tried to set the knife down, but Sean's icy stare made him recoil as if shocked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mr. Foster, I beg you, is there no other punishment? I truly can't do this." Sean remained as immovable as a glacier, silent and unyielding.
Claire stood off to the side, observing the unfolding with an unwavering gaze, devoid of pity.m These people had once derided and assaulted her without remorse. Had they ever imagined this day would come?
Watching them flounder in fear, she felt only satisfaction. She turned her head to look at Sean. The light m outlined his strong silhouette, a guardian in the chaos, making her heart swell with a mix of gratitude, dependence, and a newfound sense of security.
The ballroom was deathly silent, everyone holding their breath, om terrified of drawing Sean's attention. Only the man's labored breathing and his wife's hopeless sobbing echoed in the oppressive space. "I'll count to three," Sean's voice sliced through the silence, "If you haven't acted by then, the opportunity will be lost." His voice was cold and merciless, like a call from the underworld.
"Three..." The word sent a jolt through the man's body, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
"Two..."
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