Chapter 4

I gritted my teeth stubbornly.

"Want me to apologize? Give up that dream!"

Smack! He slapped my face, making me stumble backward.

"Someone make her kneel and apologize!"

A guard kicked the back of my knee. With intense pain, I was forced to kneel on the ground.

Christiana's son raised his wine glass and smashed it hard against me.

"Bad woman! I'll kill you!"

Blood flowed from my forehead down my cheek, but I felt no pain.

Glass shards pierced my body, staining the floor crimson.

Ferdinand frowned and ordered sternly.

"Enough. Take her away so she stops embarrassing herself here."

But the next second, with one look from Christiana, those guards rushed over, looking at me with lewd, greasy eyes.

"Not bad looking. Feeling lonely? We'll keep you company!"

I used all my strength to raise my head and spat at the man.

"Get lost!"

The lead guard became furious and slapped my face.

"Well, quite the temper!"

Then they covered my mouth tightly, leaning close to my ear and threatening in low voices.

"Bitch! Already been played by everyone, still pretending to be virtuous!"

"Today we'll show you what we're made of!"

Ferdinand frowned slightly.

"Just teach her a lesson."

The guard bent over, squeezing out a fawning smile at him.

"Don't worry, the guys know what to do."

But the next second, they showed disgusting expressions, their rough hands roaming over my body.

Before leaving, Christiana looked down at me condescendingly, her eyes full of smugness.

"Doria, everyone has their fate. You should just go back and obediently serve Mom and Dad. Stop hanging around in front of us—it's an eyesore."

She turned and picked up the two-year-old child, her face full of triumph.

"Son, let's go! Daddy and Mommy prepared presents for you!"

My vision kept going black. I was about to pass out.

Just as I was being dragged away, more than a dozen Maybachs suddenly raced over, stopping steadily at the entrance to the hall.

The next second, a bullet pierced through the lewd man's palm. Blood splattered, and heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the entire hall.

My brother rushed to me, held me, and asked with heartbreak:

"Doria, who did this?"