The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon

“Trevor, what did you just call me? Vulgar and uncultured? Is this your upbringing to judge others’ attire from a biased perspective?” Harriet said, continuing to hit him.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Trevor groaned in pain, but he wasn’t one to yield so easily.

“Besides putting on airs, what else can you do? Everything you have is obtained through men, isn’t it? If you didn’t marry Delbert, you

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wouldn't even have had a chance to talk to me,” Trevor scoffed.

Like Monica, he grew up being spoiled and had never been hit by anyone before. Harriet’s violent beating caused him to roar in anger.

“Relying on men? Humph!” Harriet sneered.

She sought revenge on her own. Did she need to rely on men?

“Or what? Women like you are only after rich men, aren’t they? Wh with the pretense here? Monica exposed your scheme, and you framed her like that, almost burying her alive.

“| won't let you off the hook. I'll make sure you pay the price,” Trev said aggressively.

Harriet was angered. Sure enough, Trevor and Monica were birds of a feather.

They were both foolish and ignorant.

Harriet decided to teach him a hard lesson.

She raised the broom and hit Trevor in the buttocks.

“What are you staring at? If you keep staring, I’ll gouge your eyeballs out!” Harriet threatened. “Damn! What are you doing?” Trevor groaned and desperately dodged.

“Admit your fault and apologize to me!” Harriet demanded, holding the broom high.

Trevor glared at her, feeling aggrieved. He had never suffered such humiliation before. His parents always doted on him and never laid a finger on him. But today, he was hit by Harriet.

And she wanted him to apologize. That was impossible.

“Don't even think about it!” he shouted defiantly.

He turned around and ran, afraid that Harriet would hit him again. However, the office space was limited, and Harriet easily caught up

with him.

The onlookers were amazed by the scene. Trevor’s screams of agony were incessant. Harriet was relentless, thinking that the broom was not good enoug A whip would be so much better.

When Trevor realized that he couldn't escape, he simply squatted or the ground, curled up, and protected his head. He hoped to endure fewer beatings and, most importantly, not to ruin his handsome face.

‘Damn it! This woman is fierce! Delbert’s miserable life can be imagined.’ He thought.

In the end, he disregarded his image and lay on the floor, signaling Cory to call Delbert for help.

In his view, only Delbert could stop Harriet.