I looked at Chelsea, feeling more annoyed. The girl in front of me was completely unreasonable, nothing like how my son described her—a gentle, virtuous, and intelligent girl.
Now, all I saw in Chelsea was arrogance and arrogance born from being spoiled.
But since she was the girl Philip had chosen, I decided not to argue with her.
"If you don't believe me, you can call Philip right now to confirm."
Chelsea glanced at me and mocked.
"Oh, you want him to come and save you? I'm telling you, that's not going to happen!"
"Chelsea, stop talking to her! Just do it!"
Before I could explain further, Chelsea kicked me hard in the chest!
The luxury items I was holding scattered all over the ground, with expensive perfumes and cosmetics shattering on impact.
I stumbled and fell to the ground.
But Chelsea wasn't satisfied yet. She quickly swung her right hand and slapped me hard across both cheeks four times!
Her group of friends swarmed over, pinning me down and kicking me several times.
In the chaos, I could only raise my hands to protect my belly; the continuous beating left me unable to call for help.
There were a few gasps from the crowd, and someone said.