My Repentant Brothers by Grace Edith

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

"No! Mom, Dad, help me. Harley... Winslet asked for help in a panie, thinking of escaping.

Yer, soon enough, two bodyguards seized her by the arms.

She was pressed in place as she looked around with an imploring visage.

The guests could not muster

muster the courage to linger their gazes on the scene anymore.

As their eyes met hers, they took a step back silently.

Some people even sneaked out of another emergency exit for fear of being implicated.

Everyone chose the prudent course.

Besides, they all hated the Larson family for their viciousness. None of them would ever step forward to speak up for Winslet.

"What happened at the enrollment celebration banquet was never our intention, so you can't do this!"

Winslet was put under control. She looked at Caleb in fear. "Let me go this time. I won't do it again... I'll forever be in your debt, and I'll turn over a new leaf.... Hanging her head low, she was in a flood of tears

Only when she was helpless and alone did she learn what it was like to be disappointed.

"Why's no one speaking up for me? Why's this world so harsh to me?" was her thought.

Caleb looked up, his eyes shining with menacing frostiness.

"This is the epitome of digging your own grace." Madeline curled her lips upward into a smirk. "Your time is up so soon,

Initially, she wanted to simply let Winslet stay smug for a while.

Never would she anticipate Winslet to screw herself up that quickly.

huh.

It was then that someone handed Madeline a piece of red-colored gift list with both hands. "Ms. Larson, this is the gift list."

Madeline grabbed it casually, but she did not even lay her eye on it "Mm."

On the sidelines, Winslet stared at the gift list with tears in her eyes.

Alina was standing right in front of her, looking all high and mighty, seemingly the center of everyone's attention and admiration. On the contrary, she herself was nothing more than a pitiful laughing stock. She thought the gift list was hers.

Nothing could describe the devastation within her.

Jealousy swelled in her chest on that note.

"Why's Alina blessed with such luck? Why am I not granted the same?" she mused.

Winslet said through gritted teeth, "I haven't done any substantial impact on you, and you guys have already taken it to this extent... Must you really drive me into a corner? Don't you know this is illegal?"

have been yours, you'll have to pay driving you into a corner..." It was as if she had just

-

cracked a sneer. "Haven't you picked

at Madeline in

implying?"

dawned

"You! You'er Madelue"

the price. As for

Chapter 72

Terror assailed Winslet's heart.

Indeed. Madeline

one she had picked on in the

her power, she snatched away

her eyes. "It seems that the last

at that "No, you... you're

welled up in her

could only feel

would she foresee herself being

her eyes was Madeline, she had not the gall to point

of her mouth, she would have to face an even

Alina was truly Madeline in disguise, the

presence of the Glorious Group, Caleb, and Nolan, Winslet

a little ant, be manipulated, and put under

felt as though all her will to fight

fallen to the ground if she had not

know it

know it, you'll bear with

that, Madeline turned around and boarded

shots, Nolan and Caleb, followed her by her

the button to the seventh

doors closed

her chin, Madeline could hear a shrill scream right before the

floor was then blocked out of view by the elevator

was Madeline in sight of

the elevator's display

Ding!

arrived on

300 tables.

allowed bright light to shine

one could feast their eyes on the picturesque landscape of the

people trembling involuntarily when messages from the rest still

sight of Madeline and her group, they hurriedly put away their

was poles apart from the peaceful atmosphere on

Caleb. "To think that the Larson family would court death themselves

think we've spared them too easily. Nolan's tone was soft. While he paused briefly, there was a trace

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