Chapter 152 You Little Bitch, I'll Beat You to Death!
Mary was worried because she had never expected Gerald to be so bold and beastly.
"Help!"
Mary began to call for help loudly, but her body grew weaker and weaker and almost losing strength. In the end, she felt completely exhausted, as if her body had fallen apart.
At that moment, the office door was open, and two security guards walked in and asked nervously, "Chairman, what's going on?"
"Get out!"
Gerald roared and threw a cup at them.
The two security guards quickly bowed their heads and backed out of the office as they saw the scene before them. They also locked the door behind them habitually.
This kind of thing was routine for them,which happening every two or three days.
Meanwhile, William, who was at the hospital, received a text message from Mary, and his face changed instantly.
Mary's message was simple, just asking William to pick her up at HT Pharmaceuticals.
Without hesitation, William hailed a cab and headed to HT Pharmaceuticals.
While on his way, Gerald had already completely overpowered Mary and carried her to the sofa.
"Mrs. Smith, let's be honest with each other and have a deep conversation. Don't worry, we can cooperate afterward."
Gerald, with a lecherous smile and rubbed his hands together, his beer belly protruding, and then he began to unbutton Mary's blouse.
Mary was extremely agitated, struggling to cover her chest and desperately pushing Gerald away. She pleaded incoherently, "Mr. Morgan, please, let me go. I have a husband and children."
Tears streamed down Mary's face as she cried out.
She was terrified, her whole body trembling.
But she had no strength left.
At this moment, Mary felt utterly helpless and pitiful.
"Your useless husband, I've looked into him. What's so good about him? If you agree to be my mistress, I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury and never run out of money." Gerald's hands continued to move as he licked his dry lips, with his eyes wide and his breathing heavy.
"Gerald!"
Suddenly, the office door was violently kicked open.
Gerald was so scared that he fell to the ground. As he saw who it was, he quickly got up, bowing and scraping, nervously saying, "Honey, what are you doing here?"
A middle-aged woman, exuding an air of nobility, stormed in with four attendants. She was slightly plump, but her icy demeanor made the temperature in the office drop by several degrees.
She was Gerald's wife, Michelle Garcia.
She was the precious daughter of Garcia family, one of the eight great families of Imperial City. Ahe wasTimothy Garcia's only daughter.
Timothy Garcia, the head of the Garcia family, a family with immense power and influence.
As soon as Michelle entered, her face turned icy. She glanced at Mary on the sofa and sneered. "Well, Gerald, now you dare to do such thing in the office. How many messes do you want me to clean up for you?"
Gerald was very nervous, sweating profusely, and he hurriedly explained, "Honey, don't be angry. You misunderstood."
Of course Gerald was scared. Michelle was Timothy's precious daughter. If Timothy found out about this, Gerald would be done for, probably not even leaving a whole corpse.
Moreover, Michelle had always been more dominant than Gerald.
In essence, Gerald had married into the Garcia family, and it was only in recent years that he had achieved some success and gained Timothy's favor.
Despite their marriage being in name only, if itcame to light, it would be embarrassed for everyone.
"Honey, you misunderstood. It was her, who seduced me. She came to discuss business, but then she started throwing herself at me, saying she wanted to be with me and asking me to cooperate with her."
As he said this, Gerald didn't blush at all, instead he angrily glared at the now miserable Mary on the sofa.
"Is that so?"
Michelle coldly glared at Gerald, who immediately lowered his head, sweat pouring down like a waterfall.
"Get her up!" Michelle commanded coldly. Her attendants immediately yanked Mary off the sofa.
A furious slap landed on Mary's face, splitting her lip and causing blood to trickle down.
"You little tramp, seducing my husband, right? Today, I'll beat you to death right in front of him!"
Michelle cursed, instructing her attendants to record the scene on their phones. She slapped Mary again, glaring viciously at Gerald. "I want to show those women who keep coming to your office what happens. Let's see who dares to come in next!"
Exactly, Michelle was making an example out of Mary.
After a dozen slaps, Mary's cheeks were completely swollen, and blood was oozing from her mouth. She trembled violently from the pain.
"No, I didn't." Mary weakly protested, shaking her head.
"Still talking back?" Michelle's eyes turned icy. She grabbed Mary's hair and yanked it hard, delivering two more slaps.
At the same time, Michelle grabbed a cup of coffee from the table and splashed it on Mary's face, cursing, "Just look at you, you little vixen, trying to seduce my husband? I'll beat you to death today, you slut!"
Another slap.
"Got some nerve, trying to sell yourself for a deal? Who sent you? Which company? "
Yet another slap.
"You look decent, but you do such disgusting things. Are you just asking for it?"
Michelle continued slapping Mary until she was exhausted. By then, Mary's face was covered in red handprints, her hair disheveled, and she looked utterly pitiful.
Gerald's lips twitched as he watched Mary being beaten beyond recognition, feeling even more terrified.
Seeing that Michelle was tired, he quickly brought her a cup of coffee, fawning. "Honey, have some water."
Michelle took the cup, sipped, and then coldly ordered, "You two, take this tramp to the square downstairs and let the whole company see what she looks like!"
Gerald's heart sank.
"Honey, there's no need to go that far. Maybe she was just desperate to make a deal. Let's give her a break," Gerald said, bracing himself.
"So, feeling sorry for this vixen?" Michelle asked coldly.
"No, no." Gerald quickly shook his head like a rattle.
Soon, Mary was dragged to the pharmaceutical factory's square, instantly attracting hundreds of onlookers.
"I heard she tried to seduce Mr. Morgan and got caught by Mrs. Garcia. Serves her right."
"She deserves it. Such a tramp should be beaten to death. Mrs. Garcia is absolutely right."
Many people around were gossiping.
"I heard she tried to sell her body to get Mr. Morgan to cooperate with our factory. She's so cheap."
Everyone's eyes were on Mary, who was tied to a stake in the plaza, and they all hurled insults at her.
Tears welled up in Mary's eyes as she sobbed quietly. "I didn't... I'm not."
But no one listened. Even if some heard, they pretended not to.
They were all factory employees and were well aware of Gerald's dirty deeds.
They thought this woman must have just been unlucky.
Mary let out a scream as Michelle yanked her hair. Michelle showed her face to the crowd and said coldly, "Look at this! This is what a little tramp looks like!"
This was the most direct form of intimidation.
Everyone watched in silence, too scared to make a sound.
Mary was beaten brutally.
Meanwhile, William arrived at HT Pharmaceuticals in a cab.
At the factory gate, he heard the angry shouts and commotion inside.
"What's going on there?" William asked the gatekeeper, offering him a cigarette.
The old gatekeeper took the cigarette and shook his head in pity. "A woman tried to seduce Mr. Morgan and got caught by Mrs. Garcia. She's being beaten badly and paraded around."
"That woman is so pretty and polite. How could she do such a thing?" the gatekeeper sighed.
William nodded, glancing at the crowd, when suddenly he heard a heart-wrenching cry, "I didn't!"
It was Mary's voice.
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