Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12 A Slap Across Chase’s Face

Whitney couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, her tone turning even colder and more sarcastic. “What’s wrong, the Anderson family’s heir, the CEO of Anderson Group? Have you lost your mind too?”

“Whitney!” Brandon frowned hard

In his memory, ever since Whitney came back to the Anderson residence, she’d always been most afraid of him.

She always acted meek and nervous around him.

‘Since when did she have the guts to talk to me like this?‘ he thought.

Brandon’s voice grew even colder. “You think because you got on a show, you can replace the ture heiress and take on the Anderson family?

“Let me tell you, if the Anderson family has the power to put you on that show, we can just as easily ruin you for good and make sure you never bounce back for the rest of your life.”

The chill in Whitney’s gaze deepened.

Inside, she couldn’t help but ridicule her own stupidity from her previous life. The Andersons‘ favoritism toward Emily was obvious, with no attempt to hide it. ‘Why did I believe that sharing the same blood with the Andersons meant I could eventually become one of them, just by waiting it out?‘ she thought.

After all those times she put up with their crap and acted like an idiot. She was still obsessively fixated on the idea that it was all her fault, that she wasn’t good enough.

Now, after shutting her heart off, all their favoritism and cruelty toward her was out in the open, no longer hidden at all.

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Brandon’s voice was icy, but Whitney’s was even colder. “Let me remind you, Mr. Brandon Anderson. I don’t need to claw my way up to be successful. I already am. That fake heiress who stole my spot is just dressed up as a princess.”

Whitney gave a faint smile. “Does your precious Emily know you care so much about who the fake heiress is?”

Brandon’s breath hitched, and even his usual cold CEO mask twisted in anger.

He was pissed off by Whitney’s sharp tongue.

And he couldn’t even come up with a comeback.

To him, Whitney was truly repulsive.

If it hadn’t been for their mother, who spent every day mourning her daughter, he

Chapter 12 A Slap Across Chase’s Face

would never have allowed someone like Whitney to set foot in the Anderson residence.

Brandon’s gaze grew even sharper, the disgust in his eyes obvious. “I don’t have time to argue with you.”

He continued coldly, Whitney, I’m warning you: work with Emily and look after her. If anything like today happens again, you can forget about coming back.”

‘See? They’re all the same, thought Whitney.

Everyone knew how much she cared about the Andersons.

So they used it to threaten her without even blinking.

Whitney scoffed, her voice cool and dripping with sarcasm. “Too bad for you, looks like you’ll be losing sleep every day, worrying about that fake heiress.

“As for your warning, I’ll wait and see,” she said with a faint smile. “Honestly, I’m curious. Who’ll go down first, me or your precious Emily?”

With that, she hung up the call.

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She couldn’t be bothered to waste another word on that jerk.

She was about to head back and return the phone to Darian when she turned around and saw a tall figure standing in the shadows.

Chase stood there, his devilishly handsome face smirking with mockery and disdain.

“You really think hooking up with Ryan means you’re set for life?” Chase’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

In the darkness, Chase’s eyes were especially mocking when he looked at Whitney.

Whitney didn’t even spare him a glance. She just walked right by Chase, ignoring him completely.

Chase couldn’t hold back anymore. He hurried after her, raising his voice as he kept mocking, “You really think you can snag Ryan just because of your face? Do you even realize what kind of guy he is?

“Quit dreaming. Someone like him, way up in the clouds, would never look twice at some wild mutt from the sticks like you.

“You think just because Ryan glanced your way, you suddenly have what it takes to take on the Andersons? That’s hilarious.

“The Andersons could crush you like an ant.”

He was practically shouting now, his voice rising with every word.

All that yelling made Whitney’s ears buzz.

Whitney frowned and stopped in her tracks.

Chase thought his words had finally gotten under Whitney’s skin.

Chapter 12 A Slap Acuss Chase’s Face

He strode up behind her, wearing that same arrogant smirk he always had around Whitney

He was just about to force Whitney to apologize and make up for the humiliation he’d just suffered on camera.

His right wrist was still aching from earlier.

A sharp crack of a slap cut through the quiet night, sounding especially loud in the stillness.

Chase’s face flared with burning pain, leaving him completely dazed.

Only as the sting spread did he finally come back to his senses.

He lifted his hand, covering his now red and swollen cheek.

It finally dawned on Chase: he’d actually gotten smacked across the face by Whitney.

“You little…” Chase was so furious he barely managed a word, swinging his left hand up, ready to strike back.

But before his hand could even reach her, Whitney grabbed his wrist, stopping him cold.

Her slender, sharp eyes were filled with a chilling, bone–deep coldness.

She stared at him like he was already a corpse, her gaze emotionless and icy. “You’re annoying.”

That look made Chase freeze. He couldn’t say a single word.

Whitney gave his left wrist a chilly look; her fingers seemed delicate, but her grip tightened suddenly and without warning.

The pain rivaled what Ryan had put him through earlier.

“Crushing you would be as easy as squashing an ant, Understand?” Whitney’s voice was icy. As Chase’s face contorted in agony, completely forgetting to keep up appearances, Whitney flung his wrist away.

Chase’s legs suddenly went weak, and before he knew it, he just crumpled to the ground.

The pain shooting through both his hands had him shaking uncontrollably.

Whitney didn’t even look back. She just kept walking, not sparing him a single glance.

She didn’t spare him a single glance.

Chase’s eyes were wide and blazing with fury. He gritted his teeth and yelled at Whitney’s retreating figure, “Whitney, don’t you dare come crawling back to the Anderson residence. For the rest of your life, you’ll never set foot in our house again.”

Whitney never paused for a second.

Chapter 12 A Slap Acuss Chase’s Face

She disappeared from his view in no time.

Back at the filming site, Whitney handed the phone back to Darian and rejoined the

crew.

Whitney hadn’t gone far

Everyone saw Chase chasing after her.

Chase’s hysterical yelling just now, though they couldn’t make out the words, was enough to tell he was absolutely losing it.

After a few minutes, they finally saw Chase staggering out of the darkness.

His face was ghostly pale, and there was a bright red slap mark on his cheek.

They glanced at Whitney and then at Chase.

Everyone could tell something was seriously off between Whitney and Chase and Emily.

They swallowed nervously. Nobody dared to ask a single question.

“Chase!” Emily hurried over, grabbing Chase’s arm, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at the bright slap mark on his face.

For once, Chase didn’t even acknowledge Emily. He just shot Whitney a look so dark it could kill, glaring at her like he wanted to burn a hole right through her.

Half an hour later, after the show’s doctor patched Chase up and he caked on a thick layer of powder to hide the slap mark, he was still determined to keep filming tonight.

After all, his precious Emily was still around.

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