Steven’s face twisted in pain. Elizabeth was on her knees in front of Charlotte.
And Charlotte was the one holding all the power.
The bodyguards had worked for the Main family for years. They all remembered how Charlotte used to be—so timid and quiet. Even the maids would shout at her. She wouldn’t even look people in the eye, let alone fight back.
She’d only been sent to the countryside for a few years. Everyone had heard she’d changed a little, but nobody expected her to come back like this.
Right now, she looked exactly like she had years ago, the day she got caught with Jesse. Cornered and furious, cold as ice. That same terrifying expression sent a chill through the room.
No one dared to move.
“What are you waiting for? Grab her!” Steven’s voice was sharp and desperate.
The bodyguards exchanged nervous glances and took a step forward.
Before they could reach her, Steven suddenly clutched his wrist, groaning in pain. His face was a mess of sweat and agony.
He thought his hand might actually break.
“Charlotte, you—”
“I told you to shut up. Stay on your knees.”
Elizabeth tried to get up, but Charlotte jabbed her hard on the forehead with a baseball bat. Elizabeth collapsed to the floor again.
Charlotte looked down at her, eyes cold and empty. “If I hear one more word, I’ll poke your eyes out.”
Elizabeth’s knee was probably broken. The pain made her grit her teeth, but when she looked up and met Charlotte’s icy stare, all she felt was fear. She stayed quiet, not daring to make a sound.
This little brat had picked up some skills in the countryside.
She wasn’t going to let this go.
The bodyguards stood frozen, shocked by how different Charlotte was now.
Sure, hitting your parents was wrong, but damn, Charlotte actually looked kind of cool doing it.
“You, come here.”

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