The Ex and Her Riches

Shocked, Sheralyn glanced between Gwendolyn and the ruler before she backed away reflexively. “You b*tch! You’re clearly using this opportunity to mess with me! I know you don’t actually want to hand the Wright residence and Wright Construction Group back to us! I won’t let that happen!”

With a cold expression, Gwendolyn fiddled with the ruler. “You were the one who told me you’ll obey my orders unconditionally, so you don’t get a say in what happens now.”

Just as she finished her sentence, Elven and Ezra swiftly grabbed Sheralyn’s shoulders.

“What are you doing?” Fear swirled in Sheralyn’s eyes. “You’re trying to scare me, aren’t you? You think I’m afraid of you! Well, too bad because I’ll never submit to a b*tch like you, even if I die!”

Gwendolyn stepped closer to her with the ruler. “Does it please you so much to call me a b*tch? You know, you don’t sound like the daughter of an affluent family at all. I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson today.”

“What are you going to do? Are you going to hit me? Try touching me, b*tch!”

With a sneer, Gwendolyn shook her head. She’s still an idiot who doesn’t understand the situation. She’s only pouring more fuel into my burning rage the more she curses at me. It’s fine, though, since I’ve got an opportunity to take her down a peg right now. “How many swear words have you uttered since you entered the living room?”

That question dumbfounded Sheralyn. Huh? How would I know how many times I’ve cussed? I just did it whenever I felt like it.

Elven counted in his mind before answering, “Five, Ms. Gwendolyn.”

Turning the ruler around, Gwendolyn stated, “I’ll hit you twice for every swear word, so you’ll be receiving ten whacks on your hand.”

“You don’t have the right to hit me! I’ve been doted on since I was a kid, so much so my parents can’t even bear to touch me! Who do you think you are?” howled Sherlyn as she struggled wildly to break free.

She was terrified of the pain that awaited her. “Save me, Mom! She’s going to beat me to death! Mom!”

her daughter’s pleas. She believed the lesson could change Sheralyn’s

the bodyguards so that she couldn’t move her arms. Then, Gwendolyn grabbed Sheralyn’s fingertips, prying the latter’s fingers

glared at her coldly. “This is only ten hits. If you can’t control your

was capable of doing

ruined if she hits my mouth with a ruler! Sheralyn felt a chill running down her spine as she gulped fearfully. Biting her lip, she

behaved herself, Gwendolyn promptly slapped the former’s palm

me anymore! Save me, Mom!

as she squealed like

with all her might. Because she was also trained in martial arts, the impact she caused was

mercilessly hit Sheralyn

wailed at the top of her lungs as her arms trembled

hits, her fair,

daughter’s torment. Several times, she was tempted to stop Gwendolyn, but she

ruthless as she immediately grabbed Sheralyn’s right

over,

experiencing such torture, so her legs were still shaking. She couldn’t even stand

she touched the ground with her hands. The pain

whimper, Frida approached her and

laid a box of anti-inflammatory cream on the table with a grave expression. “You better commit the rules to memory. I’m very strict, you know. I’ll return seven days later to see if you’ve memorized the book. If you still haven’t yielded, feel free

Sheralyn burrowed into Frida’s embrace. There was nothing she

stared at Gwendolyn with fear, she thought, This woman’s too ruthless! She’s no different

I knew teaching her a lesson through actions instead of words was better. The education method that has been passed down for millennia

to place the sandalwood ruler on Sheralyn’s dressing table. That way, the ruler would

were set, Gwendolyn asked Frida to sign the two property transfer agreements.

seven days, Sheralyn memorized the entire book. She was genuinely frightened

intentionally trouble her, she