Chapter 15
Author: Mel Hope
last update2025-05-27 03:40:25

Elaine’s heart pounded furiously in her chest, seeing her brother grope on the floor helplessly. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed.

Antonio had beaten her brother like an animal?

How dare he?

Her face twisted with fury as she stormed toward Antonio with her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.

"You bastard!" she snapped. "This was all about me, wasn't it?!"

Her hands balled into fists at her sides. "First, you beat Harry, and now you didn’t even spare my brother?!" Her voice rose to a shout, echoing in the garden.

"This is your revenge for the divorce, isn’t it?! You couldn’t hurt me, so you decided to hurt my family!"

Antonio’s cold eyes met hers, unblinking and unwavering.

How could Elaine even think he was taking any revenge for the divorce? For what exactly? Of course, their divorce was just good riddance to bad rubbish, so why would he even take any revenge?

With a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he said coolly, “Don’t flatter your
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