Chapter 147 Her Pain, His Revenge
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Lauren’s mind was still caught up in everything when she suddenly realized–Felix had already eased her down onto the bed.
Lauren’s eyes went wide. “M–Mr. Brooker… this isn’t okay, I’m not… I’m not ready…”
Felix just pulled the blanket up to cover her. “Oh? What is it you need to be ready for?”
Her cheeks flushed deep red. She quickly turned her head. “N–nothing”
Felix gave a soft laugh. It’s still early. Get some rest first. We’ll head over after you’ve had a break.”
Lauren didn’t know exactly what Felix had planned, but based on how he’d acted in the banquet hall, it was clear–he wasn’t letting this go.
She looked at him, genuinely thankful. “Thank you, Mr. Brooker.”
Felix gently placed his big hand over her eyes. “Sleep”
His voice was steady and calm, and under his touch, Lauren slowly relaxed into sleep.
Felix stayed quietly by her side. As he watched her breathing settle into a steady rhythm, the soft smile on his face disappeared without a trace.
Minute by minute, time dragged on. The people trapped inside the banquet hall had been sitting in fear and unease for more
than three hours.
The mood was suffocating, like the heavy stillness right before a thunderstorm crashes down.
Everyone was stuck in a swirl of dread, wondering just how Felix planned to deal with them
As time passed, their fear slowly gave way to hopelessness.
They started blaming each other. The noise grew louder as arguments broke out across the room. The entire banquet hall turned into a mess.
Finally, the doors opened with a slow creak.
Felix walked in with Lauren right beside him.
Lauren was wearing a pale blue dress. Her hair rested softly on her shoulders, and the redness in her face had faded. She looked fresh, calm, and quietly stunning.
Felix’s eyes scanned the crowd like a blade, one face at a time, until he landed on Willow,
He remembered her grabbing Lauren’s hair and refusing to let go. His voice dropped low, icy. “Ms. Willow’s hair is a little our of place.”
Willow froze. She thought–just for a second–that Felix was showing her concern. A rush of giddy hope filled her chest, and
her face turned red.
But the next thing Felix said hit like a thunderclap.
“Shave her head.”
He didn’t have to raise his voice. In that tense silence, every word hit like a hammer.
Every woman in the room froze, eyes wide with horror.
Only a woman truly understood what her hair meant. It took years to grow out long, healthy hair–and just as many years of care to keep it that way.
Getting your head shaved didn’t cause physical pain–but the emotional blow was brutal.
“No! Don’t!” Willow screamed, her voice raw with fear.
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A group of bodyguards moved in fast. They grabbed her arms and dragged her from the crowd without hesitation.
Her face was pale with panic. She kicked and flailed, trying to fight them off.
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“My dad is the chairman of Bennett Corporation! You can’t do this to me!” she shrieked. Her voice rang through the hall. sharp and desperate
The bodyguards didn’t budge. Their grips were like steel. They twisted her arms behind her and forced her down hard, making her kneel at Lauren’s feet.
Willow threw her head up–and locked eyes with Lauren.
Lauren looked down at her, calm and distant, her expression unreadable..
In that moment. Willow felt small.
Like a bug–something worthless bring crushed under someone’s heet.
Scenes from the past rushed through her mind–all the times she had bullied Lauren, insulted her, treated her like garbage.
She had always acted superior, like Lauren didn’t deserve basic respect.
But now? Everything had flipped. The power, the control–it had all shifted
They weren’t just on equal ground now, Lauren stood above her. And Willow was the one on her knees.
Willow fought back the flood of shame rising inside her and tried to pull off a fragile, helpless act
Tears formed almost instantly in her eyes, glassy and bright. Her voice shook as she looked at Lauren. “Laurie, why are you letting Mr. Brooker do this to me
The tears slipped down her pale face, one after another, like a broken string of pearls. She looked like a delicate flower tossed around in a storm–on the verge of falling apart. Anyone looking might have felt sorry for her.
But Lauren just stood there, calm and still, her eyes sharp and icy with a hint of mockery.
When Willow saw that Lauren wasn’t moved at all, anger flared deep inside her. She quickly turned her tear–filled gaze toward Felix, pleading hoping that looking weak and heartbroken would sway him instead.
But what she didn’t realize was–Felix’s heart was cold as stone. Her weeping, her trembling, her carefully crafted helpless act -none of it moved him.
To him, it was nothing more than a ridiculous performance. Not even worth a second thought.
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