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Novel Catalog
Chapter 90
“Ah? Well, what are you going to do?” Gale asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Wait and see!” Summer’s voice was full of mischief as the car rolled to a stop at the entrance of River View Apartment.
Not long after, Susan appeared, strolling out of the building with an air of superiority. She was dressed to the nines, looking flawless, and the leash in her hand attached to her poodle only added to her high-society vibe.
“The house in this area is huge, hundreds of thousands of square meters. Shawn really knows how to splurge,” Summer scoffed. “But to waste all that on someone like Susan…”
Gale couldn’t help but agree, though her tone was more resigned. “Shawn dotes on her. He almost gives her anything she wants.”
Summer’s expression soured. “Scumbag one and scumbag two. They should just couple up and be done with it. At least then, they wouldn’t keep hurting everyone else.”
Summer didn’t waste any more time and got out of the car, opening the trunk with determination. Gale blinked in surprise as Summer pulled out a large sack.
“You’re…?” Gale began, her voice trailing off.
“Dealing with someone as haughty as her requires the simplest method,” Summer explained with a grin. “Sacks. We don’t have time for subtlety or tricks. We go straight to the point.”
Gale’s eyes widened in shock, but before she could process everything, Summer grabbed her arm, pulling her along.
The two of them approached Susan, who was walking her poodle leisurely, humming a carefree tune. Her life had dramatically improved since she had attached herself to Shawn—luxury homes, expensive cars, and servants. Materially, she was living her dream. But she was also one step away from cementing her place with Shawn if she could successfully seduce him. She was planning her next move when, suddenly, the world around her went black.
Before she could react, hands grabbed her from behind, pulling her into a dark corner. A cloth covered her mouth, stifling her scream, and she was quickly thrown into the sack.
“What’s going on?” she tried to shout, but the sack muffled her words. She struggled, but it was no use. Her body was being beaten mercilessly—punches, kicks—until she was nothing more than a writhing mess, unable to defend herself.
Gale felt a twinge of something—relief, perhaps, or satisfaction. She wasn’t sure. But seeing Susan so helpless made something inside her shift.
Summer winked at her. They shared an unspoken understanding, a tacit agreement. After they’d had their fill of revenge, they tossed Susan’s limp body into the back of a garbage truck, wiped their hands, and walked off without a second glance.
Not long later, the truck driver, thinking he was picking up a sack of garbage, drove away. Susan struggled inside the sack, trying to free herself, but it was too late. It wasn’t until the sanitation workers later found her that she was discovered, bruised and battered, the reality of what had happened sinking in.
Meanwhile, at Temperley Hall, Shawn entered the dining room for dinner but noticed Gale’s absence.
“What is she?” he asked, his tone cold.
The housekeeper, ever dutiful, responded, “Your wife said she’s working overtime on more designs. She’ll have her meal sent to her room later.”
Shawn’s gaze darkened. “Tell her to get the hell down here, or she’ll starve.”
The housekeeper hurriedly relayed the message to Gale. Her response came without hesitation, “Then I won’t eat. I’m not really hungry.”
The housekeeper hesitated. “Madam, these words… will only make Mr. Wood angry.”
“Let him be,” Gale replied, her voice flat. “He just wants attention.”
Gale truly didn’t care anymore. She had lost interest in playing his games. Instead, she sat down, focusing on the delicate task at hand: piecing together the broken jade bracelet. Her fingers worked carefully, gently fitting the pieces together, but the cracks were so obvious. No matter how hard she tried, it was clear the bracelet could never be fully restored. But she took her time, allowing herself to focus on the small task at hand rather than the growing emptiness she felt inside.
The housekeeper offered one final piece of advice. “Madam, don’t anger Mr. Wood. Otherwise, you’ll be the one to suffer.”
Gale didn’t respond. She had already suffered enough. It didn’t matter anymore. Whatever came next, she would face it.