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..."

passed over them

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

Sean

his face swiftly transformed into a

his expensive tailored jacket, and with urgent yet tender movements, he draped it over Claire's

hesitation, he scooped Claire into his arms, instinctively tightening

someone exclaimed,

distance from strangers, using

Sean's jawline glinted with a cold sheen. As he slightly bent his long legs, the luxurious fabric of his trousers absorbed

banquet hall, Claire suddenly twitched

pupils reflecting his grim face. She forced a broken smile, "Mr. Foster... did you come

words pierced Sean's chest like an

muscles instantly tensed, his Adam's apple bobbing

he replied softly, as if afraid to startle

sweat-drenched shirt, he could feel the sharpness

her frailty