I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 88

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Still not satisfied, the woman turned and delivered a few more vicious kicks to Charlene’s crumpled form before finally leaving with her bodyguards.

It had all happened so fast it felt like a dream. Niamh stood rooted to the spot, struggling to process the scene.

How could anyone be so violently insane? And Charlene… she was so elegant, beautiful, and successful. Why would she get involved as someone’s mistress?

“It hurts,” Charlene moaned from the floor, her voice pulling Niamh back to reality.

Seeing that she was still exposed, Niamh grabbed a piece of fabric from a nearby chair and draped it over her.

“Charlene, are you okay?” Niamh asked, her voice laced with worry. Charlene’s face was covered in blood, and the sight terrified her.

What shocked her even more was that in a room with over a hundred people, not one person had stepped in to help or even call the police.

Were they even human? The cold indifference was chilling. It seemed as if everyone there wanted Charlene to fail. One less competitor. Was profit all that mattered to these people? Had they lost their basic humanity?

“Charlene, should I call the police?” Niamh asked gently.

To her surprise, Charlene whispered, “No. Don’t call the police.”

Since Charlene refused, Niamh had no choice but to help her up from the floor and dial 911 for an ambulance instead.

Just then, Xylon strode over, his voice sharp with annoyance. “Charlene, the show starts in five minutes. I might be the last one on, but that’s still only half an hour from now. You can’t seriously expect me to go on stage like this, can you? Maybe I should just pull out.”