Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 445

Chapter 445:

In an instant, her desperate cries for mercy blended with Jessi’s mocking laughter, sending a shiver through everyone in the room.

The video showed a dark, abandoned warehouse. Inside it, Charlotte was in the middle, tightly bound to a pillar with heavy iron chains.

She was in tattered clothes, her body covered in fresh and old bruises, whip marks, and scratches. Some of her wounds were still bleeding, staining her clothes deeply red.

Some strands of her disheveled hair scattered on her face, and her eyes were filled with fear and despair. There were still traces of dry blood on the corners of her chapped and peeled lips. Obviously, she had been beaten and tortured repeatedly.

Jessi held a spiked wooden stick. Her smirk widened as she swung it, each strike landing on Charlotte’s body with a sickening thud. Every time, Charlotte let out a miserable scream, pleading for Jessi’s mercy.

each blow, the spikes tore into Charlotte’s skin, drawing fresh blood. She had no intention of stopping. The video ended, but another one played on the screen. This time, the setting shifted to a bridge where Jessi and her accomplices dangled Charlotte over the railings. Charlotte’s body swayed precariously

was wet with tears. While she struggled desperately, Jessi leisurely videoed the scene while saying mockingly, “She stinks. Wash her up. How dare this pest from the gutter be in the same class as

spoke, Jessi submerged Charlotte into the river repeatedly, almost

their hands, unable to

rage, pointed at Jessi with a trembling finger and cursed, “This is

your imagination

demon

and shock. They were thoroughly enraged by Jessi’s atrocities and deeply sorry for Charlotte’s

who had just scolded and insulted Charlotte were now remorseful. Many of them stepped forward and

so sorry. I

me into believing you were the bully.” Charlotte had not cried from the very beginning, but as the apologies poured in, her composure began to crack. She could no longer hold back her

Khloe stepped forward, sighed, and held Charlotte’s hand. “Charlotte, there’s no

slightly, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. These apologies, which were more than a decade overdue, had finally come today. After today, Charlotte would no longer be haunted

Khloe with unprecedented seriousness. “From now on, my life belongs to you. I will do whatever you