Against Cruelty, She Grew Strong (by Anastasia Glover) novel Chapter 693

Chapter 693 The Reckoning

“Look closely,” her voice rang in his ear, cold as ice. “The ‘failure’ you look down on is someone you’ll never catch up to in your whole life. You’re not even worthy of shining his shoes.”

“Tammy! How dare you! Have you forgotten I’m the head of the Land Group?” John’s threats were hollow. all bark and no bite.

Tammy laughed. That smile held zero warmth.

“The Lund family? Not for much longer.”

With that, she grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the floor.

“This one’s for the insults you threw at him!”

Crack.

The sound of his forehead hitting marble was dull and sickening. Blood poured from his temple.

“This one’s for disturbing his rest!”

Another hit-even harder. John’s vision went dark. His screams got caught in his throat.

“This one,” Tammy’s voice carried a nearly cruel calm, “is for never being worthy of being called his brother.”

The third hit-she put everything she had into it.

John went limp. His forehead was a bloody mess. Through his fading consciousness, all he could see was Lucas’s calm smile in the photo and Tammy’s eyes burning with fury.

Tammy let go. He slumped to the floor like a pile of garbage.

She stood up and surveyed the trashed funeral hall, the groaning men on the ground. Her gaze finally landed on Lucas’s photo, and her eyes softened for just a moment.

“Lucas, sorry they disturbed you,” she said softly, as if the demon from moments ago had been a ghost, “Rest easy now. No one’s going to bully you anymore.”

By the time Norman got back, most of the mess had been taken care of.

A string of men had been stripped naked and tied up outside, bent into all sorts of humiliating positions They swayed in the breeze like a bizarre exhibit.

Every passerby couldn’t help but stare.

The once solemn, grief-filled funeral hall had been turned into something ridiculous.

A grieving family member who’d lost a loved one caught sight of them. almost laughed through their tears, and barely held it back.

The crematorium staff were at a loss. They wanted to say something–but after watching Tammy beat every single one of those men down, strip them, and tie them up like that, they were too scared to utter a word.

They didn’t dare to resist.

All they could do was watch the farce unfold.

When Norman found out what happened, his eyes went dark with fury.

He knew she was in a bad place. He hadn’t wanted to disturb her, so he’d left no one around. And they’d taken advantage of that.

If Tammy hadn’t been so capable with her fists-the consequences didn’t bear thinking about.

A wave of regret and fear washed over him.

He hurried into the funeral hall, about to say something-then stopped dead.

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