Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 211 Rules

Shocked, Sheralyn glanced between Gwendolyn and the ruler before she backed away reflexively. “You b*tch! You’re clearly using this opportunity to mess with me! I know you don’t actually want to hand the Wright residence and Wright Construction Group back to us! I won’t let that happen!”

With a cold expression, Gwendolyn fiddled with the ruler. “You were the one who told me you’ll obey my orders unconditionally, so you don’t get a say in what happens now.”

Just as she finished her sentence, Elven and Ezra swiftly grabbed Sheralyn’s shoulders.

“What are you doing?” Fear swirled in Sheralyn’s eyes. “You’re trying to scare me, aren’t you? You think I’m afraid of you! Well, too bad because I’ll never submit to a b*tch like you, even if I die!”

Gwendolyn stepped closer to her with the ruler. “Does it please you so much to call me a b*tch? You know, you don’t sound like the daughter of an affluent family at all. I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson today.”

“What are you going to do? Are you going to hit me? Try touching me, b*tch!”

With a sneer, Gwendolyn shook her head. She’s still an idiot who doesn’t understand the situation. She’s only pouring more fuel into my burning rage the more she curses at me. It’s fine, though, since I’ve got an opportunity to take her down a peg right now. “How many swear words have you uttered since you entered the living room?”

That question dumbfounded Sheralyn. Huh? How would I know how many times I’ve cussed? I just did it whenever I felt like it.

Elven counted in his mind before answering, “Five, Ms. Gwendolyn.”

Turning the ruler around, Gwendolyn stated, “I’ll hit you twice for every swear word, so you’ll be receiving ten whacks on your hand.”

“You don’t have the right to hit me! I’ve been doted on since I was a kid, so much so my parents can’t even bear to touch me! Who do you think you are?” howled Sherlyn as she struggled wildly to break free.

She was terrified of the pain that awaited her. “Save me, Mom! She’s going to beat me to death! Mom!”

her daughter’s pleas. She believed the lesson could

watched her wrists be forcefully restricted by the bodyguards so that she couldn’t move her

to swear again, Gwendolyn glared at her coldly. “This is only ten hits. If you can’t control your mouth and curse one more time, I’ll slap

enraged, Gwendolyn was capable

she hits my mouth with a ruler! Sheralyn felt a

promptly slapped the former’s

Don’t hit me anymore! Save me, Mom! She’s going to kill

as she squealed like a pig being

with all her might. Because she was also trained in martial arts, the impact she caused was so

she mercilessly hit Sheralyn

top of her lungs as her arms trembled

hits, her fair, tender hand

she listened to her daughter’s torment. Several times, she was tempted to stop Gwendolyn, but she held back her urge. Ultimately, she buried

ruthless as she immediately grabbed Sheralyn’s right hand

the punishment was over,

time experiencing such torture, so her legs were still shaking. She couldn’t even stand straight when

ground with her hands. The pain was so excruciating

she continued to whimper, Frida approached her

on the table with a grave expression. “You better commit the rules to memory. I’m very strict, you know.

into Frida’s embrace. There was nothing

stared at Gwendolyn with fear, she thought, This woman’s too ruthless! She’s no

had the nerve to curse at her, Gwendolyn felt her rage subsiding. That was satisfying. I knew teaching her a lesson through actions instead of words was better. The education method that has been

bodyguards to place the sandalwood ruler on Sheralyn’s dressing table. That way, the ruler would be the first thing Sheralyn would see

sign the two

days, Sheralyn memorized the entire book. She was genuinely frightened by

committed the entire book to memory. While Gwendolyn didn’t intentionally trouble her, she did have

As she held her swollen, painful hands, she sobbed. “You’re a cold-blooded animal who only knows how to

Gwendolyn grinned while watching her cry. “Not bad. You’ve improved. The words you hurled at me are a lot more civilized than before. However, I bet you cursed at me lots