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    Emberly’s eyes brimmed with undisguised malice as she red at Lise, her look as chilling as if she were staring at a corpse. What did the power of the Bailey family matter to her? Anyone who harmed her son deserved the worst fate.


    “What are you waiting for?” Emberlymanded. “Make this bitch apologize to my son!”


    Lise’s mouth was gagged, silencing any attempt to speak. She shook her head frantically in protest, overpowered by the two men pinning her down.


    Her head was violently pushed to the floor, and blood began to trickle from her forehead.


    Lise’s hands balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms until they bled, but the physical pain paled inparison to the fury surging within her. She vowed to herself that if she didn’t avenge this day’s humiliation, she wouldn’t be Lise Bailey. Despite her efforts to escape, her struggles were in vain.


    “If my son suffers any harm, your life is forfeit!” Emberly warned severely, clearly dissatisfied with the bodyguards’ “gentle” approach. She stepped forward to take control.


    Lise, mute and suffering, felt her head spin with dizziness, her thoughts consumed by vengeance against Katelyn.


    At that moment, Rond, stirred by the noise, regained consciousness. Blinking in confusion, he managed to croak out, “Mom, what are you doing?”


    Emberly rushed to his side, her face etched with concern. “Rond, my baby, how do you feel? Are you feeling any better?”


    Hearing this, Rond clenched his jaw in fury. He had never felt so humiliated. Boiling with rage, he spat out, “That damn woman! I’ll make her pay!”


    Emberly nodded, gesturing toward Lise, who was on the brink of copse. Her tone was icy. “I’ve brought this bitch here for you. Do with her as you please.”


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    A gleam of vengeance lit up Rond’s eyes as he struggled to sit up. Each time he shut his eyes, the scene from the shooting range reyed, haunting him.


    Katelyn’s face, though undeniably beautiful, was etched with an expression of cold, ruthless disdain that now burned into Rond’s memory. She had struck him with such precision, showing absolutely no mercy. But what infuriated him the most was the way she looked at him—like he was nothing more than garbage.


    Yet now, with time to cool off, Rond found himself strangely drawn to Katelyn. He longed for that very look. He was used to being adored by women, but he had never experienced the thrill of beingpletely disregarded. This new sensation was both exhrating and addictive.


    Regaining hisposure, Rond quickly said, “Mom, I can handle this myself. You don’t need to step in.”


    The thought of Katelyn’s pretty face being marred was unbearable to him. He didn’t want her spirit to break—he wanted her to keep looking at him with that same disdain.


    Rond swiftly instructed the two bodyguards, “Release her and help her stand!”


    The bodyguards hesitated, looking to Emberly for approval.


    Emberly gestured nonchntly, signaling them to step back.


    At that moment, Lise could barely breathe. The cloth in her mouth was choking her, but she couldn’t spit it out. The cut on her forehead was burning with pain. Her arms were painfully restrained behind her, and the agony was overwhelming. Her head hung low, her messy hair partially covering her face.


    Weakly, Lise reached up and pulled the cloth from her mouth.


    Seeing the injuries on her body, Rond was flooded with guilt. If not for the cast on his wrist, making movement difficult, he would have rushed to help her himself.


    Rond cleared his throat awkwardly, then said, “Are you okay? I’m sorry—my bodyguards were too harsh. They don’t know their own strength. If you’re in pain, I’ll have a doctor check you thoroughly.”


    Emberly,pletely stunned by his words, retorted, “Are you sure it’s your arm that’s broken and not your head?”


    Ovee with concern, she raised her hand to check his forehead for a fever.


    Rond sighed and responded helplessly, “Mom, I can handle this. Please, don’t interfere next time.”


    All Rond could focus on was the woman before him. He hadn’t even figured out what to say next when she suddenly lifted her head.


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