Chapter 1325


    Arabe never wore high heels, so whose footsteps could those be?


    Serena''s heart plummeted, anxiety gripping her tightly, a sense of impending doom washing over her.


    "Ma‘am,’ the lead man, Leno, called out, bowing his head, “we''ve got her."


    Ma''am?


    What ma''am?


    Serena had no clue who this "ma''am" was!


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    She had pleaded for what felt like an eternity, but they hadn''t stopped.


    Eunice cast a cold nce at the bup sack, reached out her hand, and without a word.


    Leno, understanding the silentmand, ced the stick in her hand.


    With a swift strike, the person in the sack wailed, wriggling and struggling on the ground like a startled,


    injured insect.


    Eunice’s beauty remained undiminished as she doled out punishment, her cool gaze making her look


    like a fierce and fierydy boss.


    After seven or eight ruthless strikes, the person in the sack was no longer struggling as violently, her


    cries diminished, her body twitching sporadically.


    Then, another luxury car pulled up at the end of the alley, a bodyguard opening the door for Bard.


    From a distance, Bard saw his wife wielding a stick, beating the person in the sack.


    None of the subordinates dared to utter a word, silently standing by.


    Amidst the swirling snow, his wife, d in a striking red coat, stood out with an aura of power and


    defiance.


    He walked towards her, taking an umbre from the bodyguard, and held it over his wife himself.


    “Who''s got you so riled up?"


    Had he not been on his way to Hill Street to pick up Serena, passing by here and recognizing the


    familiar license te, he wouldn''t have known his darling wife was out here dispensing her own brand


    of justice.


    Discarding the stick, Eunice said nonchntly, "Someone''s been bullying our niece again and again.


    Don''t you think they deserved it?"


    Bard nced at the sack on the ground, noting only a skirt hem, a pair of legs in white tights, and snow


    boots that looked filthy.


    "Why are you here?" Eunice''s gaze shifted back to her husband, then to the person on the ground.


    "Recognize them?"


    Bard didn''t know anyone who dressed like that. "I heard Serena was in Dawnstar and came to pick her


    up."


    "Serena?"


    Bard nodded, his focus returning to the person on the ground, considering the situation at hand.


    It took a lot to get his wife this angry.


    Bard asked, “What did this person do to Be?"


    “Be had her eye on a dress, and this one just had to snatch it away, over and over. She took


    advantage of my absence, dousing Be with champagne.” Eunice''s voice trailed off, evidently still


    fuming, and she kicked the sack a few more times.


    The person inside the sack never expected the attacker to be her own aunt.


    Nor could she have imagined that her aunt had ordered her men to bag and kidnap her.


    It had nothing to do with Arabe.


    And there stood her uncle, right beside her, yet she didn''t dare cry out for help.


    If her uncle had been oblivious, she could have lied, smeared Arabe''s name, but now, her aunt had


    beaten her to the punch, airing her misdeeds.


    Her uncle already knew she was the one who had bullied Arabe.


    "It seems a beating was letting her off easy." Bard''s gaze lingered on the sack, his eyes mixing with the


    snow and wind.


    Be had been in Dawnstar for just two days, and someone dared to bully her under their watch?


    “Two beatings,’ Eunice corrected coolly, “one from Leno and his men, one from me."


    Eunice''s cold eyes fixed on the person on the ground. "Now, the question is, do we light a fire and burn


    her, or do we just throw her into the sea?"