The Heiress Trapped By Lies, Heat, And A Ruthless Love Novel - Chapter 136

Chapter6 Being screamed at by his father in front of a crowd? That bruised Charles's fragile ego real quick. His pride flared up, and his rebellion kicked in hard. "Dad, I don't know what this woman did to manipulate you, but I'm not apologizing!" "I've been with Bianca for two and a half years now. Whether you like it or not, I'm going to marry her!" "You unfilial little shit! You are the death of me?! I'm coming there right now to beat some sense into you!" "Stay out of it," Charles growled and ended the call with a sharp click. Then he glared at me like I'd murdered his dog.

"I don't care what tricks you used on my father. I'm not playing this game. No one's coming to save you today." I calmly slipped my phone back into my bag. "Good. Because I don't need anyone else to deal with you." I raised my voice to the crowd. "Strip her down and toss her onto the street." The command snapped through the air like a whip. They swarmed her before she could blink. Bianca screamed, clutching at her clothes, trying desperately to cover herself. But it was no use. Charles lunged forward, but he was immediately pinned to the ground. Helpless.

All he could do was watch as his so-called girlfriend was stripped naked in front of dozens of people. Phones came out fast. "Holy hell. Her body's not bad,but those boobs look faker than plastic.' One guy even reached out to cop a feel. "Guess I get to see Charles Whitmore's woman today," he snorted. Some onlookers started whispering disapproval. "This is brutal. Nude photos of her are gonna be everywhere. How's she supposed to survive that?" Chapter6 91.89% "She's still a woman, you know. Isn't this too much?" I didn't flinch.

If my men hadn't arrived in time, I would've been the one humiliated in public. This was justice. Once Bianca was handled, I turned to Charles, still restrained, and slammed my boot into his knee. "So, Charles. What should I do with you?" He stumbled, hate burning in his eyes. "You bitch! I swear I'll make you pay for this!" I smiled sweetly. How dense! You're still too dumb to see who has the upper hand?" "I Am the one who's in control, not you." I slapped him across the face. To be honest, I almost felt bad hitting that pretty face. Almost.

But the memory of him letting Bianca humiliate me brought the rage back in full force. Pretty face or not,he's dense. Charles had always been coddled, spoiled by wealth and status, untouchable his whole life. But now, fury and humiliation twisted his features.. "You'll regret this! Just wait till my father arrives, he'll destroy you!" Speak of the devil. A sleek Black Bentley Stretch Limousine rolled to a stop outside the mall entrance. Harold Whitmore stepped out in a custom-tailored suit, his presence commanding instant silence. Gasps echoed through the onlookers.