Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 205

Four affluent women, accustomed to a life of luxury and entitlement, now found themselves reduced to trembling lambs awaiting slaughter, their fear washing over them like a relentless tide.

They resembled withered leaves quivering in an autumn breeze, their once-proud heads now bowed low under the weight of sheer terror.

One of the women, her legs shaking uncontrollably, pleaded with a voice tinged with desperation, "Mr. Foster, could you please reconsider the punishment? We truly understand our mistake!"

Her husband, once a commanding presence in the business world, now resembled a groveling pup, eager to appease. "Mr. Foster, please be generous. My wife didn't mean any harm. We'll do anything you ask, just spare her this time."

The other three women were already reduced to tears, their carefully applied makeup streaking down their faces in a pitiful display of distress. "No, please don't strip us of our dignity like this, Mr. Foster. Have mercy!"

Sean's lips curled into a sly, enigmatic smile. His voice was smooth and resonant, "Are you really willing to do anything?"

A flicker of hope danced in their eyes as he seemed to relent. But in the next moment, his words descended like a hammer blow, "Even bankruptcy? Would you accept that?"

grand hall seemed to freeze, an invisible spell cast over its occupants. The faint smiles that

could be replaced, but if the company went bankrupt, years of hard work would dissolve into nothing, and recovering would be near impossible. The men's eyes swirled with a tumult of greed and hesitation,

Sean signaled his

their arms firmly against a table. "No, let me go!" the women cried

an air of detached elegance, picked up a fruit knife, its blade gleaming menacingly under the lights, reflecting in his stern

pale with fright. "Mr. Foster, what

was faint, almost ghostly, as he replied, "You haven't been able to control your wife at home, which

oscillated between Sean's cold, implacable eyes and his

yet his throat felt like it was gripped

listen to him," his

her, a flash of agony and reluctance

Sean's icy stare made him recoil as

I beg you, is there no other punishment? I