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.

who stood ready at his side. His voice was low but

for a few burly guards to step

Yvonne's arms, wrenching her from Sean's feet

Let me go!" Yvonne shrieked, kicking wildly and clawing at the floor, her nails creating a cacophony

the tense

over twenty years, she knew all too

was even more brutal, leaving no trace behind. Like earlier, he had orchestrated others

figure-ruthless and cunning, always operating on the edge of legality

beg you!" Yvonne's voice was a wretched plea, her body dragged away as her screams filled the

the scene, turned

Yvonne's done, she's still your stepmother.

turned slowly, his gaze sharp as a knife as it landed on Lucas. "If you care for her so much,

a winter storm, frigid and biting, chilling the warm atmosphere of the hall and making everyone feel an icy

his neck to his forehead, like an indignant rooster. Being