Chapter 672
Bela’s piercing scream sent a jolt of panic through Wendy’s chest.
“What are you doing to her?” she demanded.
Bella’s voice trembled with terror. “Let me go! Don’t touch me! Mrs. Angela, help!”
Angela’s frantic shouts followed. “Where are you taking her? She’s just a child! Are you even human?”
“Mommy… I’m scared… Save me…!” Bella sobbed, her cries wrenching at Wendy’s heart.
Wendy’s blood ran cold. “Stop this! Don’t you dare hurt my daughter!”
Jessica’s mocking laughter rang out. “I warned you! Obey, or your daughter suffers. Right now, she’s being taken somewhere… Oh, she’s terrified of rats, isn’t she? Imagine her locked in a dark room, surrounded by them. How long before she loses her mind?”
Wendy’s voice cracked. “No! Leave her alone!”
“I could call it off…but only if you cooperate.” Jessica’s tone turned icy. “Entertain those men. Properly!”
Wendy’s gaze flickered to the circle of leering faces surrounding her.
“Strip.” Jessica’s command was razor–sharp. “A body like yours is wasted if no one admires it.”
Wendy’s fingers curled into fists, her nails biting into her palms.
“Tick–tock, Wendy!” Jessica’s smirk was audible. “Her fate is in your hands. Three…two…”
The countdown hammered in Wendy’s skull. Gritting her teeth, she surrendered. “Fine. I’ll do it. Just don’t touch my daughter.”
Upstairs, Jessica’s crimson lips twisted in triumph.
The men erupted in crude excitement.
“That’s more like it, sweetheart! Off with the dress–let’s have some fun!”
“Don’t worry. We’ll be gentle…”
“Hurry up! I can’t wait to see what’s underneath!”
Their vulgar jeers coiled around Wendy like poison. With icy resolve, she reached for the thin strap of her black dress, letting it slip off one shoulder.
The dress was all she wore.
The men howled, pounding the tables. “Take it off! Take it off!”
Jessica watched gleefully. This was the seductive woman who had ensnared Stanley and Samuel. Tonight, she would be reduced to a cheap spectacle.
Phone in hand, Jessica began recording.
This footage would ruin Wendy. The brilliant Dr. Ceylan, the untouchable Jolin, would be exposed as a tramp. Her reputation would shatter.
“Let the show begin,” Jessica muttered.
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Chapter 672
As Wendy’s fingers moved to the second strap…
Crash!
The doors exploded inward. Cold night air rushed in, carrying with it a towering, black–clad figure.
Stanley.
His presence was a thunderclap. Behind him, an army of bodyguards swarmed the room, seizing control.
Stanley’s gaze, sharp as a blade, swept over the crowd. “Arrest every last one of them!”
“On it!”
As chaos erupted, Stanley shrugged off his coat and draped it over Wendy’s bare shoulders.
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