The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

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!”

While Frida was heartbroken, she ignored her daughter’s pleas. She believed the lesson could change Sheralyn’s spoiled personality, so she turned her sight away.

Sheralyn watched her wrists be forcefully restricted by the bodyguards so that she couldn’t move her arms. Then, Gwendolyn grabbed Sheralyn’s fingertips, prying the latter’s fingers open to reveal her palm.

Just as Sheralyn was about 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 it with a ruler next time instead. Do you want to give it a try?”

enraged, Gwendolyn was capable

felt a chill running down her spine as she gulped

Sheralyn had behaved herself, Gwendolyn promptly slapped the former’s

It hurts! Don’t hit me anymore! Save me, Mom! She’s going to kill me!” Sheralyn

she squealed like a pig being

also trained in

hit

at the top of her lungs as her

her left palm only received five hits, her fair, tender hand

to her daughter’s torment. Several times, she was tempted to stop Gwendolyn,

ruthless as she immediately grabbed Sheralyn’s right hand and smacked it

over,

Sheralyn’s first time experiencing such torture, so her legs were still shaking. She couldn’t even stand straight when she was let go and

touched the ground with her hands. The pain was so excruciating that she almost

continued to whimper, Frida approached her and examined her

a grave expression. “You better commit the rules to memory. I’m very strict, you know. I’ll return seven

embrace. There was nothing she could do

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

Gwendolyn felt her rage subsiding. That was satisfying. I knew teaching her a lesson through actions instead of words

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

to sign the two

Sheralyn memorized the entire book. She was genuinely frightened by the punishment she

several mistakes but successfully committed the entire book to memory. While Gwendolyn didn’t intentionally trouble her, she did have strict standards. Thus, Sheralyn was punished with ten smacks to

do to Gwendolyn. As she held her swollen, painful hands, she sobbed. “You’re a

you hurled at me are

Obviously! I swear at her every time I visit

all the housekeepers in the villa. “From today onward, everyone is