Chapter 102
Agnes’s face was filled with terror as she struggled frantically, her hands flailing in desperation.
“My dad is the chairman of the Jackson Group! You can’t treat me like this!” Her voice was sharp and piercing, echoing through the banquet hall.
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The bodyguards remained unfazed, their iron–like grips locking onto Agnes’s arms. With a forceful push, they made her kneel at Camila’s feet.
Agnes snapped her head up, her gaze colliding with Camila’s calm and commanding stare.
In that moment, she felt like a lowly ant, crushed mercilessly underfoot.
Memories of her past arrogance flashed vividly in her mind–how she had bullied Camila without restraint.
She had always treated Camila as beneath her, trampling on her dignity without a second thought.
But now, the tables had turned. Their positions had completely reversed, and their roles were swapped entirely.
Agnes forced herself to swallow the overwhelming humiliation, putting on a fragile and pitiful facade.
Her eyes quickly filled with shimmering tears, her voice trembling as she pleaded, “Camila, why would you let Mr. Campbell do this to me?”
Tears streamed down her pale cheeks like broken pearls, making her look like a delicate flower battered by a storm, on the verge of collapse–enough to stir pity in anyone who saw her.
But Camila stood there, her gaze cold and laced with mockery.
Seeing Camila remain unmoved, Agnes’s heart burned with resentment. She quickly shifted her tearful gaze to Giovani, her eyes brimming with desperation and hope, praying her pitiful act would soften his heart.
Little did she know, Giovani’s heart was stone–cold. No matter how much she cried or how pitiful she appeared, it was nothing more than a laughable performance in his eyes, incapable of stirring even the faintest emotion.
“Do it,” he commanded coldly.
As the razor descended, Agnes felt a chilling sensation sweep across her scalp, as if an icy blade was cutting straight into her soul.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, and a desperate scream tore from her throat, “No! Please, no!”
With each pass of the razor, her once–prized, sleek hair fell strand by strand, scattering like shattered remnants of her pride onto the cold floor.
Agnes thrashed wildly, her body twisting and limbs flailing uncontrollably.
The sharp blade accidentally nicked her scalp, and blood slowly trickled down her cheek, leaving a shocking crimson streak against her pale skin.
Her piercing scream tore through the banquet hall, echoing in every corner and sending chills down the spines of everyone present.
The crowd stood frozen, their faces drained of color as they watched the gruesome scene unfold.
The women who had tormented Camila were the most shaken, their faces ashen and legs trembling, as if they could already see their own grim fate.
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Shaving her head was already a cruel humiliation, but the blade cutting into her sexy made it even worker follicles likely damaged, she might never grow her hair back–a devastating Mow for someone who wed her he may de
all else.
For Agnes, losing her looks was a fate far worse than death.
Robin’s legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor, her vacant eyes staring into nothingness, if her sond had ted leaving behind an empty shell.
William’s rage burned like wildfire as he watched Agnes being subjected to such cruelty. He was ready to explore
Without a second thought, he charged toward her, shouting, “Stop! Leave her alone
Before he could get close, Turner delivered a brutal kick to his chest, sending, William flying backward and crashing, heatley to the ground.
In an instant, two bodyguards pinned him down, pressing him firmly against the floor
William struggled furiously, his voice filled with rage as he roared, “Giovani, how dare you do this to Agnes You’ll pay for this, I swear!”
His bloodshot eyes and twisted expression were filled with hatred, but to Giovani, his threats were nothing more than the pathetic squeak of an insect. Giovani didn’t even spare him a glance.
Unable to intimidate Giovani, William turned his fury toward Camila. “Camila, Agnes is your sister! How can you just stand there and watch her being humiliated like this? Do you even have a heart?”
Camila sneered, her tone dripping with mockery. “It’s been over a month now. Emily should be able to talk again, right? So, did she not tell you the truth, or did you not give her the chance to speak?”
William’s face turned ashen in an instant.
He had sent Emily abroad because he couldn’t bear to hear the truth he feared.
As long as she stayed silent, he could keep pretending he hadn’t done anything wrong, that he hadn’t betrayed Camila. In his mind, everything he’d done to her was justified.
Desperate to change the subject, he snapped, “I’m your fiancé! How can you throw yourself at another man like that? Do you even care about your reputation?”
“Camila, stop them right now, or I’ll never forgive you,” he added.
Camila simply stood there, her gaze fixed on William. His accusations and insults were nothing more than the desperate theatrics of a clown, utterly incapable of stirring even the faintest emotion in her heart. All she felt was a deep sense of absurdity.
Giovani frowned, his voice cutting through the tension like ice. “Too noisy.”
Turner immediately understood the unspoken command. Without hesitation, he pulled off his sock and stuffed it into William’s mouth.
William’s eyes widened in shock, his body twisting and thrashing as he tried to break free from the guards holding him down. But his struggles were futile.
The sock’s rancid stench overwhelmed him, making him gag uncontrollably. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t spit it out. The nauseating smell filled his mouth, leaving him on the verge of vomiting.
All he could manage were muffled grunts as he helplessly watched Agnes’s hair being shaved off, strand by strand.
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Agnes collapsed to the floor, her eyes vacant and lifeless. The banquet hall was enveloped in an eerie silence, the oppressive atmosphere suffocating everyone present.
Giovani’s gaze shifted, landing coldly on the four wealthy women who had joined in tormenting Camila. His piercing, merciless stare sent shivers down their spines, making them and their husbands tremble uncontrollably.
“Mr. Campbell, we didn’t know she was your girlfriend. If we had known, we would never have touched her,” one of the women stammered, her voice trembling with fear and desperation.
“Yes, we only acted out of anger because we thought she was trying to seduce your father. Please, forgive us for our ignorance,” another quickly added, her face plastered with a forced, ingratiating smile.
Their husbands stepped forward, eager to appease Giovani. “Mr. Campbell, we’ve already taught them a lesson. They understand their mistake now.”
Giovani let out a faint, icy chuckle, his tone dripping with mockery. “Your so–called punishment seems far too lenient.
“My woman was stripped of her dignity, left exposed and humiliated before you. And now, a simple apology is supposed to make it all go away?” His voice was calm, yet it carried a weight that made the women blanch.
The socialites froze, their faces drained of color as Giovani’s words sank in–they were doomed.
Their husbands, now panicked, scrambled to explain. “Mr. Campbell, this is all just a misunderstanding…”
Giovani’s lips curled into a cold, merciless smile. “I’m not unreasonable. Since you’ve admitted your fault, let’s settle this fairly–an eye for an eye.”
“You enjoy using your hands to hurt others? Then each of you can leave behind a finger.” After saying that, he turned to the bodyguards. “Strip these women down before throwing them out of the hotel. Let everyone see their shame.”
The moment Giovani delivered his chilling verdict, the women’s faces drained of all color, turning ghostly pale.
