“After we get all the secrets we want from him, we’ll kill him and avenge Sakai and Three-Legged Divine Frog!”
Yuriko nodded. “Maniwa, I support any decision you make.”
“Thank you, Yuriko.”
“We’ll leave Atraria tonight and send Sakai back for medical treatment.”
…
After leaving Seven Stars Sword Sect, Leo drove back to the city.
Just as he was about to go to the clinic, his phone rang. Doreen’s name appeared on the caller ID.
It had been a long time since Leo had seen her since he sent her to work at Herbal Magic Cosmetics Company after the last car accident.
Pressing the car’s answering button, Leo shouted, “Doreen?”
Leo felt strange that Doreen would suddenly call him.
“Mr. Bloomer, I’m sorry but I’m in trouble. Can you help me?” Doreen said anxiously.
“What kind of trouble are you in? Tell me,” Leo replied calmly.
“They want to deal with my son and say that my son is playing gangster,” Doreen said quickly.
Leo frowned when he heard this. Ron had some intellectual deficiencies; how could he play gangster?
“Doreen, don’t worry. Where are you now? I’ll come over right away,” Leo said reassuringly.
“I’m at the factory,” Doreen replied.
Hanging up the phone, Leo sped up as much as possible towards Herbal Magic Cosmetics Company.
In production area A of Herbal Magic Cosmetics Company there was an unpleasant situation happening.
“Wendy William! My son couldn’t have done what you’re saying! Why are you slandering him?”
Doreen stood protectively in front of Ron confronting Wendy who looked aggressive, “Your son is just a hooligan embryo! Look at my stockings – it was torn by your son!”
As Wendy spoke, she deliberately showed off her thigh where indeed her stockings were torn apart by forceful pulling.
Faced with irrefutable evidence, everyone around started accusing Doreen too, “I think your son is pretending not knowing anything while eating and drinking for free every day here in our company! You should take him away immediately!”
“Yes, Herbal Magic is not the same as before. We shouldn’t be keeping a fool around,” said one person.
“I can’t believe Doreen’s idiot son is this kind of person. No wonder he always looked at me strangely,” said another.
These words twisted Doreen’s heart like a knife. She knew what kind of person Ron was – how could a child with the mind of a three or four-year-old do something like tear Wendy’s stockings?
“Doreen, wait here. I’m going to find production supervisor Naheim Torajiro and have him teach your stupid son a lesson!” Wendy exclaimed before storming off to his office.
Once inside, Wendy closed the door and her angry expression turned into one of amusement.
“Naheim, I helped you put on quite the show. You promised me that purse – don’t go back on your word now,” she purred seductively while sitting on his lap.
Naheim caressed her sexy legs and chuckled. “That idiot should kneel down and learn how to bark like a dog for disobeying me! People who don’t listen deserve harsh punishment.”
“If you want to play rough, then count me in,” Wendy replied breathlessly.
Naheim slapped her butt lightly and said, “You’re quite talented at acting; it’s time for security guards to join us.”
When Wendy reappeared in front of Doreen again, two security guards followed closely behind her.
Doreen panicked even more when she saw them approaching with Ron in tow. “Wendy! What are you doing?” she cried out while shielding Ron from harm.
“What am I doing?” sneered Wendy coldly. “Your idiot son is nothing but scum that pollutes society; it’s my duty to teach him a lesson.”
With that statement made clear, the security guards dragged Doreen away as if they had received an unspoken signal from their boss.
Wendy produced what appeared to be an inch-thick stick out of nowhere and began hitting Ron with it repeatedly while shouting insults at him, “You pervert! Who gave you permission to touch me?!”
Ron cowered in fear against the wall as he was used to being beaten up by now.
Onlookers watched without any sympathy or concern; instead they seemed entertained by this spectacle unfolding before them.
It wasn’t until blood trickled down Ron’s forehead that Wendy stopped hitting him and showed signs of panic in her eyes – she only wanted teach him lesson but didn’t want things getting too out-of-hand.
Doreen was in excruciating pain, tears streaming down her cheeks like a fountain.
“Wendy, please don’t hit my son anymore. I’ll kneel down and apologize to you,” Doreen pleaded.
With a thud, Doreen fell to her knees in front of Wendy.
Wendy spoke coldly, “I won’t hit your son if you admit that he’s an idiotic delinquent and leave Herbal Magic with him.”
Doreen could kneel and beg for mercy but she would never admit to false accusations. “Wendy, my son wouldn’t do such things!”
“Then don’t blame me for being merciless. Security guards! Teach this idiot a lesson!” Wendy ordered.
One of the security guards dragged Doreen away while the other began punching and kicking Ron.
Ron’s cries of pain pierced through Doreen’s heart like a knife.
“I… I admit it! I’m sorry! My son is a delinquent! Wendy, please spare him!” Under Wendy’s tyranny, Doreen had no choice but to surrender hopelessly.
Only then did Wendy order the security guard to stop. She smirked triumphantly after completing Naheim’s assigned task and obtaining her designer handbag. If she could have an affair with Naheim tonight, she wouldn’t have to do too much hard work at the factory in the future either.
For women like Wendy who sought high-status men as their partners or sugar daddies were their ultimate goal in life. In her opinion as an attractive woman herself, rich men should be responsible for taking care of them; it was only natural!
Wendy believed that Naheim was exactly what she had been looking for – tall dark handsome man with wealth – all she needed was just making sure that Naheim remained happy so that she could live comfortably without any worries about food or clothing while flaunting around at work as well!
Doreen crawled over to Ron who had bruises all over his face from being beaten up by one of the security guards under Wendy’s orders. She felt guilty beyond words, “Ron… I’m sorry… it’s my fault…I couldn’t protect you…”
Ron clung tightly onto Doreen’s hand; fear written all over his face.
“Doreen, take your stupid kid outta here now before I change my mind about hitting him again.” said Wendy arrogantly
Doreen helped Ron up on his feet but suddenly felt someone putting their hand on her shoulder…