Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 348

Heather was going to pay for that.

The slam was brutal. No one saw it coming.

A loud thud echoed as she hit the floor, her eyes dazed, like she'd been knocked senseless.

Her entourage rushed to lift her up in terror.

For a long moment, Heather just stared blankly, completely disoriented.

The others were terrified yet secretly relieved—they'd been pushed around by her for far too long.

But if she was seriously hurt, they were all done for.

"You kicked me! How dare you?!" Heather shrieked, losing her mind.

She'd never been humiliated like this in her life.

She rounded on her group. "You idiots! Just stand there?! I want every single one of her teeth knocked out! Not one left!

"I want her scalp torn bald—not a single hair remaining!"

Making her look like a fool was a death sentence.

"And that slutty, manipulative face of hers—scratch it to pieces! How dare she throw herself at Lucas?!"

She'd hated Sherry's face the second she walked in.

No wonder she'd latched onto the house—she was a gold-digger, hanging around every day to hook Lucas.

Lucas was just a guy, after all, easy prey for a woman like that.

Born with that flirt's face—definitely trouble.

The group lunged straight for Sherry's face.

That face was genuinely gorgeous. It grated on them—someone "beneath" them looking that good.

Before, they'd only attacked her for being useless to Gilbert, never her looks.

Sherry didn't dress up constantly like they did, so they'd felt they had the upper hand.

Half an hour later, the group looked like drowned rats.

Their clothes were torn to shreds, barely covering them.

Hair stood up in messy clumps, with patches already going thin.

"My face! My face is ruined! I'm disfigured!" Heather screamed hysterically.

They looked at each other, stunned silent. That only made her angrier.

"You useless bitches—get out! Even when the enemy knew I have foot odor, you said nothing! You wanted me humiliated, didn't you?!"

The group flinched. "We didn't dare! Last time we told you the truth, you—"

Cathy touched her torn pocket awkwardly. "Our phones are all broken..."

Nobody carried cash anymore.

So...

They were stuck. They had to go out looking like this?

The others, already fired, finally let themselves gloat silently.

They didn't even need to say anything—their smirks were enough.

Wealthy people didn't usually wander this area, but the house was on a main road.

Tourists came to gawk at the luxury neighborhood, and residents were heading home for lunch.

When they saw the group's state, they burst out laughing.

"Pfft—looks like some side chicks got caught and beaten by the wife! Serves them right!"

"Trash gets what trash deserves!"

Heather's blood boiled.

Side chick? Trash?

She was nobler than everyone here. How dare they call her that?