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..."

glance. His eyes passed over them and

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

so, Sean recognized

face swiftly transformed into

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

scooped Claire into his arms, instinctively tightening

someone exclaimed, stepping

his aversion to dirt and distance from strangers, using his own clothing to cover a bloodied

with a cold sheen. As he slightly bent his long legs, the luxurious fabric of his trousers absorbed the

the banquet

with blood, struggled to open, her unfocused pupils reflecting his grim face. She forced a broken smile, "Mr.

pierced Sean's chest like an

muscles instantly tensed, his Adam's apple bobbing twice

replied softly, as

sweat-drenched shirt, he could feel the

her