“What’s the fuss? I already showed mercy by not letting my son kill that little bastard outright.”
“You monster!”
My hand shot up on instinct, aching to strike her. But at the last second, I froze.
My superiors had warned me countless times: my strength was unforgiving. Against enemies, it was fine. Against ordinary civilians, it could mean death.
I was not to lash out lightly.
Chloe saw my hesitation and smirked triumphantly, thrusting her face toward mine in provocation.
“Go on, hit me! Let’s see if you’ve got the guts to strike the billionaire’s wife!”
Ignoring her taunts, I crouched down, tearing a strip from my clothes to wrap Emma’s bleeding foot.
“Coward!” she spat.
“You don’t dare hit me—but I can teach you a lesson.”
She turned sharply to the crowd of parents.
“Give her the beating she deserves! Whoever impresses me the most will be rewarded as a long-term partner of the Brooks family!”
The parents, who had always looked at me with disdain, surged forward eagerly. Blows rained down—kicks, punches, even a belt whipping across my body.
“You dare raise a hand to Chloe? She’s the billionaire’s wife—how dare a mistress like you even think of it?”