Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 422

He cried out in agony, clutching his eyes. Before he could even curse her out, a brutal kick landed squarely in his stomach. He collapsed to the floor, curling into a tight, trembling ball.

Stella casually crouched down beside him. "You really are cooperative. You know, you could have tried to block that. Want me to start over?"

Once the initial wave of pain passed, Mr. Warren scrambled to his feet, cursing violently. "You dead bitch, I'm going to kill you!"

Nobody in the capital had ever dared to treat him like this. This stupid woman had a death wish.

He was going to lock her up and torture her for this!

"That's for having a filthy mouth." *Slap.*

"That's for being an animal." *Slap.*

"That's for forcing yourself on women." *Slap.*

After three heavy, echoing slaps, Mr. Warren's face immediately swelled up. Stella hit hard.

She casually shook out her hand, complaining, "Your skin is so thick it actually hurt my palm. I should have taken off my shoe and used the heel."

His speech completely slurred, Mr. Warren dropped to his knees and begged, "Stop hitting me... please stop... it really hurts!"

Satisfied, Stella stood up and ignored him. She walked over to Una and quickly untied her bound wrists.

Once Una got a good look at her savior, she fell completely silent.

Carter had invited Stella out for a few drinks. After having a bit too much, she stepped out to use the restroom, heard someone screaming from the VIP room, and kicked the door down.

She had walked in to find this creep forcing himself on a girl. It wasn't until she finished beating him up that she realized the victim was Una Lowell.

"It's you? Don't think just because you saved me that I'm going to be grateful. Hmph!"

She had just been rescued by Julius Blackwood's wife. If it weren't for this very woman, she wouldn't have fallen so far from grace in the first place. She would still be the untouchable Lowell heiress.

Still... the way Stella had beaten that man up was undeniably badass. What was going on?

"Wait!" Una shouted desperately. "Ms. Hawthorne... Mrs. Blackwood! Please don't go! I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have been a brat."

Stella glanced back over her shoulder. "Oh, so you do know who I am."

Una muttered internally: *How could I not? I wouldn't be in this miserable state if it weren't for you!*

"What are you muttering about? Cursing me out in your head?"

"No! It's just... I hurt my ankle. Could you help me?" When that greasy creep shoved her down earlier, she had twisted her ankle. It was throbbing.

"I suppose I could help you. Beg me."

"You... I would never beg you! Just go!"

A spoiled princess like her was never going to beg some nobody.