At three in the morning, all the guests in the country club had been ushered out. In the vast space, Arnold sat in the seat of honor.

A row of attendants and security personnel were kneeling down below, with Rachel at the very front.

She trembled all over, the imprint of a slap still evident on her face. As she lifted her head, Arnold threw another wine bottle at her. The liquid splashed all over the floor, and shards of glass embedded into the back of her hand.

He lost his temper.

Rachel was trembling, and she bowed down. “I-I d-didn’t know Dexter was also present. I haven’t seen Josie for over two years, I just wanted to teach her a lesson… Arnold, you know I hate her, but I never wished for her death…”

Arnold’s face was expressionless, casually tapping his knee.

“Rachel, do you know what your biggest problem is?”

Rachel did not answer.

“Emotions cloud judgment. It was like this two years ago, and it’s the same two years later. Even if you were to beat her to death, what’s hers will still be hers. What can you possibly gain, you fool! You’ve made no progress!”

He threw yet another bottle of wine, and everyone shuddered.

to La Oriele and even managed to snatch your leverage. I couldn’t stand it, so

anger. You really

anger. “Do you

I can bear it all, but please don’t drive me

elevated position, Arnold slowly approached Rachel. Using the tip of his foot, he lifted her face. Her face, which greatly resembled Josie’s, could never

“Ah!”

stomped down, and Rachel’s face was crushed against the ground, the pain was so intense

you that

“I-It w-was Laura!”

his gaze, revealing an intense

face filled with anxiety. “Robyn,” he said, “Mr. Dalton

expression turning solemn. He then proceeded to walk

in and reflect on your mistakes. The country club is to

finished tending to her wounds, dawn was nearly breaking. She had injuries on her

Dexter’s complexion was

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