Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 199

Yvonne Smith's face turned ashen in an instant.

Moments ago, she had been consumed with a burning desire to humiliate Claire. But now, seeing Sean was like having a bucket of ice-cold water poured over her head. Her fevered mind cleared, and her previously arrogant demeanor

evaporated.

Her mind raced, desperately searching for a way to explain herself, but it was as if an invisible hand choked her throat, stopping any words from escaping.

Her eyes met Sean's, which were cold and sharp as knives. A chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, as if his gaze alone could slice her to pieces.

"M-Mr. Foster..." Yvonne managed to force out a weak smile, but her voice was dry and trembling, as if squeezed out through clenched teeth. "Today is all about Mrs. Foster, I... I was just trying to lighten the mood."

The women who had helped Yvonne torment Claire suddenly realized the gravity of the situation. They plastered on nervous smiles.

"Mr. Foster, we... we were just joking."

"Yes, just joking..."

His eyes passed over them and settled on the pitiful

exposed skin covered with bruises, her face swollen beyond recognition. Her hair was a tangled mess on the floor, matted with blood and

Sean

pupils contracted sharply, his breath caught, and the shock on his face swiftly transformed into a blazing fury, as if

off his expensive tailored jacket, and with urgent yet tender movements, he draped it

Claire into his arms, instinctively tightening

exclaimed, stepping

for his aversion to dirt and distance from strangers, using his own clothing

glinted with a cold sheen. As he slightly bent his

the collective gasps in the banquet

open, her unfocused pupils reflecting his grim face. She

pierced Sean's chest like

instantly tensed, his Adam's apple bobbing twice with emotion, and

as if afraid

shirt, he could feel

her frailty and