Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 1135:

This wasn’t just cruelty; it was a blatant disregard for her humanity. Chloe stood frozen in disbelief, too stunned to react. The man she once thought she knew had shown a side so dark, it left her reeling.

In her darkest imaginings, she had prepared herself for Aelfric’s scorn. Perhaps he might mock her, insult her, or even slap her in a moment of rage. But this? This unbridled violence was beyond anything she could have foreseen.

Clutching her stinging cheek, Chloe let the warm blood from her brow trickle through her trembling fingers. Her wide, disbelieving eyes locked onto Aelfric’s. This couldn’t be the same Aelfric who once worshipped the ground she walked on. How could the man who once showered her with affection now look so cold and unfeeling?

She hoped—prayed—that her pitiful state might tug at his heartstrings, that some flicker of regret might soften his expression. Instead, Aelfric curled his lips into a wicked smirk, his words dripping with mockery.

“Oh dear, my mistake, Miss Brock.”

A simple apology? Was he serious?

he had done, that was all

seething with a mix of fury and helplessness. How could someone so ruthless

truly known Aelfric. The depths of his malice, the sheer force of his anger—it was like staring into the abyss. He wasn’t just unpredictable; he was

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feathers; she had outright insulted his pride. The mere thought

heads of the four great families could

and had severed ties with her elder brother, Everett. At this point, the only solid ground she had to stand on was Connor, the man

resignation as her tear-filled eyes sought his face. “Connor?” she whispered, her voice fragile and

Manor had seemed like a clear affront to the Daniels

her spine. He simply watched the chaos unfold, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Mr. Warren was merely being careless,” he said, his tone maddeningly indifferent. “It wasn’t intentional. Making a

hitched. Speechless, she stared at Connor, the