“Why the rush to leave?”
Carl’s cold eyes stared at her, as if looking at prey.
Charlotte forced a stiff smile and said, “What do you mean, sir?”
Before Carl could speak, Jeremy angrily retorted, “You have no right to know. Do you think you’re someone important?”
Charlotte’s face darkened slightly. “Is it proper for you gentlemen to bully a weak woman in front of everyone?”
She was afraid.
The influence of the top four richest families in Stresall was too immense; crushing her would be as easy as squashing an ant.
“Hehe.” Carl just sneered.
His gaze remained fixed on her. “What’s your relationship with Quentin, that scumbag?”
“He’s my husband,” Charlotte said calmly.
“How despicable! Just a few years ago, you were forced by him, and now he’s your husband? Does anyone who’s slept with you become your husband?” Jeremy sneered. The people around laughed.
Charlotte’s face went pale. That incident from a few years ago was a pain she never wanted to mention again.
Although her relationship with Quentin had improved somewhat since then, what happened between them back then was shameful, and she had endured too many disdainful looks because of it.
“Sir, you dress decently, but your manners leave much to be desired. Is this how your mother taught you to speak?”
“Insolent!” Jeremy jumped in. Since his sister took over Zeustimes Group, no one had dared to talk to him like this.
“You little slut, quite sharp-tongued,” Carl said coldly. “Give her a slap.”
“You…” Charlotte hadn’t expected these people to be so lawless in this situation. She turned to leave, but was grabbed by someone beside her.
Two heavy slaps landed on her face.
Clear palm prints appeared on Charlotte’s fair cheeks, and a trickle of blood hung from her mouth.
“A mere powerless woman dares to be so insolent in front of me. Who gave you the courage?” Carl’s tone was icy.
“Mr. Carl, I have an idea…” Jeremy suddenly smirked.
He whispered something to Carl.
After listening, Carl’s eyes also showed a hint of coldness.
Carl’s gaze turned icy. “Take Miss Pittman away! Today… I have something to discuss with Miss Pittman!”
Several bodyguards immediately came forward aggressively and grabbed her.
Charlotte struggled frantically, kicking one of the bodyguards in the groin. He screamed, and Charlotte broke free with all her might.
“Help me!” She pleaded desperately to those around her.
But no one dared to intervene. They either looked at her with pity or as if they were enjoying the show, none dared to step forward.
“Dare to run?” Carl’s eyes flashed with ferocity. “Grab her for me!”
“Dare to run, then beat her!”
Following his orders, several other bodyguards immediately rushed forward and grabbed Charlotte, knocking her to the ground!
Charlotte fell to the ground, blood oozing from her arms and knees…
“Get up!”
A bodyguard grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up!
“Help me, please, help me…” Charlotte pleaded helplessly to those around her.
Still, no one dared to speak up.
If she was taken away by these people, she would be doomed!
Struggling, she pulled out her phone from her pocket, intending to call Quentin…
“Dare to make a call?” Jeremy rushed forward, snatched her phone, and smashed it on the ground, shattering it!
Carl walked up, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He produced a small knife, his gaze fixed ruthlessly on Charlotte.
Searing pain erupted.
Charlotte could feel warm blood trickling down her cheek…
Her face was slashed.
“N-no, please,” Charlotte sobbed, tears streaming down her face. “It hurts!”
Carl mercilessly made another slash. “This is just the beginning!”
Charlotte cried in agony.
With each slash, her face was being ruined!
He grinned wickedly, using the tip of the knife to lift Charlotte’s chin. “What do you think Quentin’s expression would be if he saw his woman being taken advantage of by a group of men?”
Charlotte’s pupils contracted, her body trembling uncontrollably. “What do you beasts want to do to me?”
“Soon, you’ll find out,” Carl ordered coldly.
“Take her away!”