Chapter 990 The Punishment Given by Charles
Charles didn't even bother listening to their excuses. He pointed at the guy shaking like a leaf among the eighteen women and said, ice-cold, "Cut off their hands."
The two men freaked out, their legs turning to jelly as they dropped to their knees.
"We were just trying to help! The clerk got hurt because of her, not us!" they stammered, pointing at Violet.
Stella still had a grip on Violet's hair, and she yanked it even harder when she heard that.
Violet winced in pain.
Charles crouched down to their level, letting out a laugh that sent chills down their spines.
He slowly lifted his foot and stomped on the hand of one of the guys who was trying to prop himself up.
The guy groaned, veins popping on his forehead, sweat dripping like crazy.
Charles' dark vibe flared up, and he ground his foot into the guy's hand.
"Was it this hand? I saw you touch her chest," Charles said coldly.
Even though the video only played once, Charles' sharp memory caught everything—who touched Hannah and what they said.
The guy didn't expect Charles to catch all that in the chaos. He took a deep breath, his face going pale. "I didn't mean to. It was just too chaotic. I accidentally touched her."
"Really?" Charles sneered, looking like he just crawled out of hell.
The guy shivered, feeling like Charles could see right through him.
His hand felt like it was about to snap, but the cold sweat running down his back was even worse.
He did it on purpose. He saw Hannah was hot and took advantage of the chaos to grope her. He just didn't think he'd get caught.
Charles stopped looking at him, lifted his foot off the guy's hand, and moved aside.
The guy next to him quickly pulled his hand back, scared of getting stomped on too.
Those leather shoes looked painful. Just thinking about it made him shudder.
He tried to dodge, but Wyatt gave the bodyguard a look.
The bodyguard pushed down on his shoulder.
The guy lost his balance and had to put his hand on the ground.
Charles slowly stepped on the back of his hand and ground it just like before.
This guy couldn't handle pain as well and screamed right away.
Violet shivered, feeling like it was her hand under Charles' foot.
"You touched her butt," Charles said. It wasn't a question.
As soon as he said it, the guy wet himself, the stain spreading down his leg and onto the floor.
The people who hadn't been dragged out by the bodyguards looked disgusted, covering their noses and stepping back to avoid the mess.
"I swear I won't do it again. I just couldn't hold it," the guy pleaded.
Charles slowly lifted his foot, a cruel smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.
"If you can't control your hands, then you don't need them!" he said, waving his hand. "Cut off their hands and feed them to the dogs."
At Charles' command, the bodyguards hoisted the two men off the ground like they were nothing.
"This is illegal. I'm calling the cops."
"Sexual harassment only gets a fine. You can't just take the law into your own hands. What you're doing is illegal. I'll sue you until you're broke. I'm getting a lawyer."
"Yeah, me too. You have no right to do this."
They were dragged to the back kitchen, still kicking and screaming.
"We really know we messed up. We won't do it again. Please let us go."
"No, if I lose my hand, I'll be a cripple. Please, no."
Before they could finish, their screams echoed through the place.
The strong smell of blood filled the air, drowning out the earlier stench of urine.
A store clerk near the back kitchen saw everything and screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably. "So much blood."
Her words caused an instant uproar.
Everyone realized how serious this was.
They thought they might get roughed up a bit, but they never expected their hands to get chopped off.
Those who had helped and touched Hannah realized their hands were at risk too.
Everyone pulled out their phones to call the cops. But there was no signal.
They kept tapping their screens, but nothing worked.
The bodyguards who had carried out the orders came out of the back kitchen and reported to Charles, "Mr. Watson, they passed out from the pain."
Charles didn't even blink. "Put them in sacks and dump them at their doorsteps."
"Got it!" The bodyguards obeyed and left.
Soon, they came out of the back kitchen carrying two sacks.
Blood dripped from the sacks, leaving a trail of red that shocked everyone.
Fear hit its peak, especially among the eighteen women who had laid hands on Hannah. Most of them were already collapsed on the ground, pale and shaking.
They knew nothing they said now would make a difference.
The facts were clear.
Regardless of whether Hannah was a homewrecker, they had messed with the wrong person. And the one who had caused all this was Violet, who had been shouting to beat up the homewrecker.
They crawled to Charles' feet, some trying to grab his leg, only to be kicked away by the bodyguards.
"Mr. Watson's leg is not for you to touch."
They didn't dare touch Charles again and continued to beg for mercy from the ground.
"Please, let me go. We know we were wrong. We shouldn't have believed one side of the story and laid hands on your girlfriend. We know we were wrong."
"We won't do it again. I'm willing to compensate. Just don't hurt me. I'll pay whatever you want."
"I was just trying to help. I didn't know that bitch was using us. Please, be the bigger person and let me go this once."
"I didn't lay a hand on her. I just held your girlfriend's hand. I didn't do anything." After saying that, she got up from the ground and started punching and kicking Violet. "You bitch. It's all your fault. You asked us to help you, saying Hannah was a homewrecker. You set us up. How could you be so vicious?"
The others also got up and started hitting Violet.
"It's all your fault."
"She wasn't a homewrecker, but you framed her. You made us end up like this. You bitch."
"You're so vicious. No wonder Charles doesn't want you. You deserve it."
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