Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 197

His face remained emotionless, but his eyes betrayed a storm of conflicting feelings.

Watching the brutal scene unfold before him as Claire endured the assault, he felt as if needles were piercing his heart, causing an excruciating pain. Yet, he made no move to intervene.

Claire was too stubborn. Her unyielding nature was something he despised. Only by breaking her spirit and stripping away her pride could she learn to be more compliant.

He didn't ask for much-just for her to be ordinary, to be obedient, nothing more.

He was waiting, waiting for Claire to plead with him. The moment she did, he would not hesitate to shield her under his protection.

His eyes fixed intently on Claire, his emotions blatantly clear.

Beg me!

Beg me, and I will help you!

Amidst the agony and humiliation, Claire slowly lifted her head, locking eyes with Brian. She not only understood the unspoken message in his gaze but also saw the cold indifference, anticipation, and a hint of restrained cruelty.

In that instant, her heart grew cold, and her disgust for him reached a new height. Beg him?

she would never

cold smile played on Claire's lips, her swollen cheeks making the expression even more striking. Her gaze at Brian

through him. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but his throat seemed blocked, unable to produce any

such a scenario, any words would be meaningless. His eyes flickered with

but her icy, piercing gaze was like a bucket of cold water, quenching his

returning to its indifferent demeanor, though

assumed she was being mocked,

to laugh at me? Someone as lowly as you, parading around in clothes as if you're something special. Since you like

frantically tearing at Claire's

Claire's arms joined in, their claws-like hands leaving bloody scratches on Claire's pale

loud rip, Claire's dress

and the other women's frenzied tugging, leaving her barely covered, her fair

to her limbs, swaying

her eyes bloodshot, resembling a beast that had lost all

Claire's clothes, each

girl, today you'll

raining blows upon

"Hit her, hit her!"

down on Claire's body like