Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 413

Penelope threw her arms around him, fully committed to her grandmother Doris's advice.

She wanted to ignite his raw masculine hormones and force him into a night of unbridled passion.

But just as her lips reached for him...

A vicious gust of wind clipped her face.

Quentin's large hand connected with her cheek in a brutal, deafening slap.

The sheer force of the blow sent Penelope flying off the bed, tumbling violently onto the carpet.

A blinding pain tore through her ear, and a second later, warm blood began to trickle down her neck.

Her entire skull rang with a dizzying hum, temporarily deafening her to the world around her.

Penelope clutched her face, the agony so intense she couldn't even distinguish her cheek from her nose.

Tears of shock and agony streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She had watched Quentin treat Madeline with such exquisite gentleness, his eyes always melting like water even in front of strangers.

Even when Madeline was publicly accused of infertility, Quentin hadn't laid a finger on her.

Penelope had naively assumed he would treat her with that same intoxicating tenderness.

She never expected this terrifying violence.

In her entire life, no one had ever dared to strike her.

Quentin, of course, saw right through her pathetic scheme.

And it fueled a murderous rage inside him.

He hadn't held back an ounce of strength in that slap; he had struck her with every intention of destroying her.

Without sparing her a second glance, Quentin turned back into the bathroom and grabbed his clothes.

He snatched his phone and called his assistant. "The tea was spiked, and the hotel is compromised. Cancel the doctor. Get up here now and take me to the ER to get my stomach pumped."

After hanging up, the feverish heat radiating through his body felt unbearable.

The veins beneath his skin bulged as if they were ready to burst. It felt as though a million ants were crawling over his nerves, driving him mad with an agonizing itch.

Then, a silhouette appeared against the glass.