From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 515

Carole was sitting on the floor, her blouse rumpled and askew. She hugged her arms tightly to her chest, inching backwards, voice trembling. "Don't come any closer! Stay away from me!"

One of the thugs sneered, his tone oily and mocking. "Relax, sweetheart. We're gonna take real good care of you."

In that instant, Anthea didn't hesitate. She charged across the room, moving with a speed and ferocity that stunned everyone. Within seconds, the air was filled with the sound of agonized screams.

It didn't take long-one brutal moment later, the thugs were curled up on the ground, whimpering and clutching their broken limbs. Nanson, wild-eyed with rage, grabbed a metal pipe from nearby and began swinging it down, again and again. "Bastards! You filthy bastards! How dare you lay a hand on my mom! I'll make you pay for touching her!"

"Mom, are you okay?" he called, voice shaking.

"Annie!" Carole sobbed, collapsing into Anthea's arms, relief and terror mingling in her tears.

Thank God. Thank God Anthea had come in time. Any later, and Carole shuddered to think what could have happened.

"It's over, Mom. You're safe. I've got you," Anthea murmured, gently rubbing her mother's back.

Carole clung to her, still trembling, haunted by what she'd just endured.

"Stop! Please, no more! You're gonna kill us!" One of the battered thugs knelt,

tears and snot streaming down his swollen face. "We were just hired muscle, we

Please, let us

of them was a

narrowed.

room fell silent. No one dared answer. Even

the metal pipe crashing

of screams echoed. At last, one thug, hands trembling, fumbled out his phone. "It-it was the

the phone. She didn't recognize the woman,

her pocket and tossed it onto the ground

glances, fear written across their faces. What if it was

one of them bolted for the door, desperate to escape. But Anthea, without missing a beat, grabbed a metal pipe and hurled it with terrifying

Crack!

man's leg, sending him crashing to the floor. The sickening snap of bone

scrambling to open the bottle and swallow a pill in

followed suit, terrified, snatching up pills and swallowing

pills, Anthea finally spoke. "Get

tripping over each

her feet. “Come on, Mom. Let's go

away, trying to steady her breathing. Nanson draped an arm protectively around her

Mom,"

just make them swallow? Personally, I think they deserve worse. Turning those creeps into eunuchs would be too good