The Silent Wife

Chapter 221

Meanwhile, in the nightclub’s private room, Rachel’s eardrum was hurt by the sound of wine bottles shattering into pieces. “Don’t come over!” She walked around the table to evade Mr. Wayne as he approached her, but her head was getting increasingly dizzy. Something’s wrong with that glass of wine, she thought to herself. Indeed, she never expected that there would be something wrong with the glass of wine poured right in front of her.

“Stop struggling. It’s useless. You’ll lose all your strength very soon, so you’d better behave yourself and go along with me.” Mr. Wayne took off his suit jacket and reached out his large hands to her.

Rachel’s eyes blurred, and she fell on the carpet as she no longer had the strength to struggle. As her consciousness slowly faded away, she saw Mr. Wayne dragging her onto the bed. He began to unbutton his shirt in front of her, and his face was as greasy and disgusting as it had been six years ago. She broke down and cursed, “You’ll die a dog’s death!”

“It was Justin who led you to my bed back then. If someone has to die a dog’s death for this, he should be the one instead.” Mr. Wayne grabbed Rachel’s suit jacket and ripped it off her shoulders. Then, his oppressive figure instantly fell on top of her.

“Aaaah!” Rachel screamed, but Mr. Wayne immediately covered her mouth. “I don’t like it when you make a sound. That’s not exciting enough,” he said. Then, he took the whip off the wall and said, “Enjoy it, Mrs. Burton!”

Rachel immediately closed her eyes. Her body seemed to have predicted the pain brought by the whip landing on her body, for the tragic scene six years ago played itself over and over again in her mind.

Just then, a loud bang was suddenly heard, and Rachel didn’t feel pain as she had expected.

Before Mr. Wayne could swish his whip, he was suddenly seized by the neck from behind by a pair of hands. Right after that, a forceful kick sent him rolling out of bed, and he let out a blood-curdling scream as someone trampled on his cheek with their leather shoes. “Justin Burton!” Mr. Wayne’s eyes were bulging out of their sockets. This scene was so familiar; the only difference was that he hadn’t seen who the man before him was back then, whereas he saw the person very clearly today. “It’s you!” He clenched his teeth. “It was also you back then!”

Justin looked as black as thunder. “How dare you touch one of my people? You really think you’re indispensable to the herbal market in Riverdale, huh?”

“Aaaah!” Amid his shrill cries, Mr. Wayne covered his groin and curled himself into a ball, writhing about on the floor.

Meanwhile, Rachel clutched the collar of her shirt and huddled in the corner of the bed while forcibly

suppressing her physical discomfort.

eyes with her the instant he looked up. “Are you

as she dodged Justin’s hand. Her eyes were extremely cold with no gratitude

he saw the look in Rachel’s eyes. “How could you

I ask you

“You,”

move!

“Chris! We were held up for a

Rachel shook her head.

who was lying in a corner, she immediately realized what had happened. She mocked, “Wow, could you be here to play the hero

scene of policemen rushing into the nightclub and subduing everyone

Rachel a long stare and asked in

collar with a terrifyingly calm look in her eyes. “Who else would it be? I’m just doing

you were being bullied, and you didn’t dare to say

trap. Am | brainless enough to come to such a place, allow such a person to

“You!”

of Rachel while glaring at Justin arrogantly. “The police are outside.

were ablaze with anger as his hands clenched into fists at

Carter, we need you to assist us by having your testimony

“Sure.”

to have her testimony recorded, leaving Justin and Rachel the only ones standing in the room. “Come out with me.” Justin dragged the woman out of the room

as Justin dragged her. “What are you doing? Let go of me! Justin!” She shook Justin’s hand off with all her strength while panting heavily. “If you’re displeased because I caused the Burton Group to lose