Chapter 142 Humiliation Parade
Andy tried to rush forward to shield Lauren, fet a swarm of women wed at lum, tearing at his face and clothes und he was left bleeding and disheveled.
Not far away, Keh stood silently, just three steps from Lauern, watching everything unfold
His face was expressionless, but his eyes were a storm of conflicted emotions.
Seeing Lauren beaten and humiliated made his chest tighten like needles stabbing through his heart
But still, he didn''t mo
Lauren was too headstrong. That unbending pride of liers-he hated it
Break her sparit, crush her pride, and maybe then she''d finally leam to behave
He didn''t want much. Just a more obedient, simpler version of her.
He waited
Waped for Lauren to look at him Reg him.
If she would just ask, he wouldn''t hesitate to shield her
He stared at her, every ounce of his will focused in that gaze.
Beg me, and I''ll make it stop
Through the pain and the chaos, Lauren slowly lifted her head-and met his eyes
And in that single look, she saw everything.
The cold detachment. The expectation. The cruel restraint he barely tried to hide.
And in that moment, she felt nothing but disgust.
Beg him?
I''d rather die
Lauren curled her bloodied lip into a bitter, mocking smile. With her swollen cheeks and torn dress, it looked grotesque. But her eyes? They were ice-cold.
She looked at him like he was the saddest joke she''d ever seen. Something in Keh tracked.
His heart clenched as if someone had reached in and crushed it in their fist.
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. No words could exin this.
His foot shifted forward-maybe instinct, maybe guilt-but the second he saw the hatred in her eyes, it stopped him cold.
The urge vanished, like ice water poured over a me.
He forced the impulse back, smothering it, and his face returned to its usual nk, impassive state. But his fists clenched so- tightly they trembled.
Casey saw Lauren''s smirk and took it as mockery
"You filthy bitch" she screamed "You really think you canugh at me? A slut like you doesn''t need clothes. Don''t you love seducing men! Let''s give them a good show!"
Chapter 142 Humiliation Parade
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She screeched as she wed at Lauren''s dress.
The women holding Lauren joined in, their manicured hands dragging long red welts across her skin like talons
The gown tore with an ugly sound.
Lauren''s elegant dress was reduced to shreds in seconds, ripped apart by their savage hands.
She was left half-naked, her pale back and bruised shoulders exposed to the cold air. Scratches and purple bruises covered her skin.
Shredded fabric clung to her trembling limbs, swaying as she struggled to protect what little dignity she had left.
Casey''s face twisted with madness. Her eyes burned red like a beast on the edge of a kill.
She wed at Lauren with no mercy, venting every ounce of hate she''d ever felt.
You want attention? I''ll make you the center of it, you disgusting tramp!"
The others weren''t far behind. They kicked her, Punched her.
Every hit was aimed to bruise, to hurt.
"Hither!"
"Teach her a lesson!"
Lauren curled in on herself, trying to shield her body, but they found every open spot.
Her face was a mess of blood and tears, her hair tangled and soaked in sweat and filth,
She couldn''t hear anything anymore.
Her vision blurred.
Casey finally stepped back, panting from rage.
"Pick her up!" she barked. "She likes putting on a show for men? Fine! Let her
perform for the whole party!"
The women paused.
Someone hesitated. "Mrs. Brooker... this is Madam Kate''s birthday party. Maybe this is a little much-
Casey''s re cut her off cold.
"You afraid of her? I''m standing right here."
That was all it took.
Two women stepped forward, grabbed Lauren''s limp body, and dragged her
toward the ballroom.
Her feet left streaks of blood across the marble floor.
And no one stopped them.