Chapter 991 Retaliate One by One
Stella was freaked out by the chaos and bolted to a safe spot.
Watching Violet get her butt kicked, Stella's anger finally cooled off a bit.
Man, today had been a wild ride.
Violet was hands down the most shameless person Stella had ever met.
How could Violet have the guts to mess with Hannah?
Sure, Violet had a thing with Charles once, but they never called it a relationship. At best, it was just a childhood friendship.
Yet she always acted like she was Charles' girlfriend and kept stirring up trouble.
Seeing Violet getting beat up, Lassie wanted to jump in and help but Austin held her back.
Austin said, "Mom, she’s done so much damage to Hannah. She deserves this. If you keep defending her, she'll never learn."
Lassie started crying and said, "But Violet is still sick. She just started getting better; I'm scared she'll get worse again."
Stella rolled her eyes and said, "Look at her. Does she look sick to you? She's just plain nasty and always uses her illness as an excuse."
Lassie shook her head and said, "No, she really is sick! She has neurasthenia and can't handle stress."
Stella snapped back, "People with neurasthenia wouldn't pull the crap she did."
Lassie was at a loss for words and didn't know what to do.
Seeing Violet get beat up broke her heart.
But thinking about what Violet had done, she felt she deserved it.
If Hannah were her daughter and got bullied like that, she'd probably want to kill the person responsible.
Violet screamed in pain as she was beaten, "Mommy, Daddy, help me. It hurts so much. I'm so scared. Daddy, Mommy, save me."
Charles gave Wyatt a look.
Wyatt immediately ordered the bodyguards to pull the women beating Violet away.
Charles pointed to five of the women and said, "They slapped Hannah twice. Slap them four times each."
The bodyguards did as told and slapped each of them four times.
The sound was sharp and loud.
Their faces swelled up instantly, and the corners of their mouths started bleeding.
Charles then pointed to another four people and said, "They kicked Hannah four times. Return it double."
The bodyguards lifted their feet and kicked them.
"They kicked Hannah five times. Return it double."
"They pinched Hannah six times. Return it double."
"They pulled Hannah's hair. Return it double."
All eighteen people, no matter how they hurt Hannah, got it back double.
Everyone let out a small sigh of relief.
Even though they were in a lot of pain, compared to the two guys earlier, their injuries were relatively minor and would heal in a few days.
But before they could fully relax, they heard Charles say, "Strip them naked and dump them in the busiest place. Record a video and post it online."
Gasps filled the room as soon as he finished speaking.
"No. We've already been punished. Please don't strip us."
"Don't strip me, please."
"If you strip me and throw me out, how can I face anyone again? I'd rather die."
Charles coldly raised an eyebrow. "So you know it's shameful to be stripped and thrown out? Did you think about my girlfriend's situation when you treated her that way? Could she handle it?"
Everyone started begging Charles for mercy.
"We know we messed up big time. We won't do it again. Please let us go this time."
"Please!"
"If you let me go, you can beat me again. Just don't strip me."
Charles ignored them and casually raised his right hand.
The bodyguards got the signal and started stripping them.
The store was instantly filled with screams.
"No."
"Please, don't strip me."
"No."
Seeing this, the others in the store lowered their heads, unable to watch, but feeling relieved that they had only been bystanders and hadn't participated.
Otherwise, they would be the ones being stripped and thrown out.
Despite their resistance, all eighteen women were stripped naked and thrown out onto the street by the bodyguards.
It was winter break, and although the area around the store was cleared, there were still many people around. Any place was crowded.
Not only were they thrown onto the street, but videos were also taken and posted online.
With twenty fewer people, the store was much less crowded.
Someone gathered the courage to speak, "We didn't do anything earlier. This has nothing to do with us. The guilty have been punished. Can we go now?"
"Yeah! Can we leave now?"
Charles slightly lifted his eyelids and scanned the crowd.
Just one look was enough to scare everyone, making them step back, as if Charles was a beast ready to devour them.
Charles pressed his thin, cold lips together and remained silent.
Without him speaking, no one knew what he was thinking, only that he was terrifying at that moment.
The coldness was no less than before.
Charles said, "I'll give you a chance. Anyone who insulted my girlfriend earlier, step forward now, and I'll be lenient."
The surveillance could clearly see who acted.
But it couldn't clearly see who insulted; he could only identify a few by their lip movements, not the rest.
Even so, he could hear the insults clearly.
Everyone looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward.
Charles threatened, "If no one steps forward, then everyone will be punished! Wyatt, cut off all their lips as a lesson."
Hearing this, everyone was filled with despair. Parents with children immediately covered their kids' mouths, afraid their lips would be cut.
Many who were just watching and neither insulted nor acted were unwilling to be punished for nothing and immediately pointed to others. "She insulted. I heard it clearly. She called Hannah a bitch."
With one person speaking up, the others who were innocent also started to speak.
"She insulted too. She said, 'Bitch, serves her right. She had it coming.'"
"And her, she said all mistresses should die and should be stripped and thrown out."
"And her."
"Her, her, her, they all insulted, and it was really nasty."
"I didn't insult. You heard wrong."
"You did. I heard it clearly! You said Hannah was shameless, that she had plastic surgery to look like someone else to seduce their boyfriend and should have her face slashed."
With so many accusations, the scene became chaotic.
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