Chapter 490
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Panic hit her like a wave. She looked at Brenna and Ethan and noticed the lethal intent in their eyes.
Brenna walked over calmly. “Miss Higgins, I see your family’s problem hasn’t kept you busy enough. You still have time to target me.”
Sylvie’s fingers flew over her phone, trying to erase something in a frenzy—images of Brenna, clearly edited, caught mid-motion in scenes meant to scandalize.
Before she could delete all the photos, a hand reached out and snatched the phone from her grip.
Brenna cast a fleeting glance at the phone screen, which displayed a grotesque image: her face had been crudely superimposed onto the body of a nude woman, entwined with a disgustingly obese, bald man.
Ethan’s face clouded over as he scrolled through more of these edited photos. A chilling aura enveloped him, and when his eyes met Sylvie’s, they flashed with a deadly warning.
The audacity of Sylvie to ruin his girlfriend’s reputation was too much.
At Ethan’s silent command, his bodyguards sprang into action, aggressively grabbing Sylvie. One guard delivered a brutal kick behind her knees, forcing her to the ground.
Sylvie hit the grass with a heavy thud, struggling against the guards furiously. In bold defiance, she glared at Ethan and Brenna.
So what was the worst they could do to her? Would they beat her or kill her?
Ethan’s response was chillingly calm, his voice a stark contrast to the dangerous glint in his eyes. “Impressive audacity,” he remarked coldly. “To target my woman so cruelly.”
At that moment, Ernst and Dalton also arrived. Their faces contorted with anger as they viewed the offending photos. They then looked at Sylvie with dark expressions.
Dalton moved swiftly towards her, his boot connecting sharply with her side. “Is there no shame in you at all?” he exclaimed angrily.
M0re detailz at g𝒶l𝓷ovels.𝓬𝓸𝓶
Pinned down by the sturdy hands of two bodyguards, Sylvie trembled under the kick, feeling as though a fiery imprint of the boot was etched into her shoulder, sending shards of pain radiating through her frame.
Yet, even from the ground, she managed to spit out her retort. “It’s merely a few photos, Dalton. They aren’t even posted. What has got you so enraged? Are you intent on kicking me to death? Beware, that could send you straight to prison!”
With ruthless aggression, Dalton landed another fierce kick on Sylvie. “Ah!” The sound of something snapping was unmistakable, and a wave of unbearable pain washed over Sylvie, suggesting a possible fracture in her arm.
Sylvie was shocked by Dalton’s brutality. Despite his fame and the adoration he received as a celebrity, he displayed a disturbing ruthlessness. She was seething with anger; to her, the idea of a man hitting a woman was unacceptable.
Yet Dalton had hit her with brutal force.
“How could you hit me like that?” Sylvie screamed, her voice laced with fury.
Dalton’s response was ruthless. He slapped Sylvie several times, each one delivered with such force that Sylvie’s face quickly turned a deep shade of red, her lip splitting and oozing blood.
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