Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 207

Yvonne's legs gave way beneath her, and she fell to her knees at Sean's feet. Her knees slammed onto the ground with a dull thud, like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of those watching.

"Please, master Sean, have mercy on me. I truly understand my mistake!" Her voice was pitched with desperation, each word trembling out of her throat as if torn from her very soul, laden with despair and fear.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face, ruining the carefully applied makeup, leaving streaks of chaos in their wake.

Gone was her usual arrogance and defiance; she now resembled a hunted animal, cornered and terrified. She repeatedly bowed her head, her forehead meeting the cold floor with a series of dull, rhythmic thuds.

In mere moments, her forehead was swollen and bruised, with tiny rivulets of blood beginning to seep from beneath her skin, soon forming into crimson droplets that slid down her cheeks.

Those around her were frozen by the spectacle of her misery. Some turned their heads away, unable to bear the heart-wrenching scene, while others stood agape, shock etched across their faces.

After witnessing Sean's ruthless punishment of Vanessa and the four wealthy women earlier, everyone was acutely aware of his cold and unyielding nature. Knowing Yvonne was the main culprit in bullying Claire, they could only imagine the harsher fate that awaited her.

Sean stood like an emotionless statue, his gaze icy and unyielding as he looked down at Yvonne. There was no hint of compassion in his demeanor.

ready at his side. His voice was low but carried an undeniable authority:

motioning for a few burly

closed around Yvonne's arms, wrenching her from Sean's

and clawing at the

cries pierced the tense air of

of the Foster family for over twenty years, she knew all too well the extent

was even more brutal, leaving no trace behind. Like earlier, he had orchestrated others to harm the wealthy women, ensuring any fallout could

cunning, always operating on the edge of legality without a hint of

body dragged

witnessing the scene, turned

intervene, "Sean, whatever Yvonne's done, she's still your

slowly, his gaze sharp as a knife as it landed on Lucas.

words were like a winter storm, frigid and biting, chilling the warm atmosphere of the

a deep red, from his neck to his forehead, like an indignant rooster. Being rebuked by his son