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    Sheppard, terrified by Marissa’s fury, knelt on the floor, looking up at her with fear, wondering what he might have said to incite such wrath.


    With a chilling smile, Marissa scolded Sheppard, saying, “You truly are a callous and hical man. To gain protection from the Peridot Consortium, you’ve betrayed your own family, including your niece.


    How can I rely on someone like you? Even if Caylee knows where the Medical Manual is, it’s her possession. Who am I to im it? You’re willing to destroy an entire family for your own ends.


    How could you? Only someone as vile as you could conceive such a n. If I don’t discipline you today, it would appear that our Peridot Consortium can’t differentiate right from wrong, allowing evil to run rampant in our domain.”


    With that, Marissa gestured sharply andmanded in a stern voice, “Beat him. Let him remember this lesson and reflect on his actions!”


    At Marissa’smand, Kevin’s subordinates, who stood close to Sheppard, promptly unleashed a brutal assault.


    The meeting room was soon filled with Sheppard’s screams.


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    The violence of the Rasetsu Group was well beyond what any ordinary man could endure. These men were as formidable as Xander. Sheppard writhed in agony on the floor, as if he were enduring the torments of hell.


    Witnessing such a harrowing scene, both Sansa and A were taken aback. They remained silent, too shocked to intervene.


    They had previously believed the new president to be lenient and approachable, yet now they saw her true, vtile, and merciless nature. This revtion left them deeply unsettled.


    Wesson, who had also been kicked by Xander, shivered with fear, wondering when he might face a simr fate. At this moment, he deeply regretteding to the Peridot Consortium.


    Though Marissa appeared indifferent, she was closely monitoring Sheppard’s reactions. Once she deemed the punishment sufficient, she gestured with her hand for a halt.


    The beating ceased immediately.


    By then, Sheppard resembled a beaten dog, sprawled helplessly on the floor, barely able to breathe, and utterly subdued.


    With an icy smile, Marissa posed a question to him.


    “Sheppard, do you realize your mistakes?” Marissa asked.


    Although Sheppard was in severe pain and struggling to breathe, he knew he had to respond. He feared provoking Marissa further and facing another brutal beating.


    Just moments before, his assants had been merciless, battering him so fiercely that he thought his bones might never heal. He wasn’t even sure if he would be able to stand again.


    Biting back the pain, he managed a respectful reply, “Thank you for correcting me, Ms. President. I understand my mistakes. I should not have harmed others for my own gain.”


    Marissaughed


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