The Heiress Revived from the Ashes (Lauren Bennett) novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149 A Price Paid in Blood

“Yeah, that’s right. We just got emotional because we heard she was messing around with Mr. Kyle. It was a moment of poor judgment. We didn’t know who she really was. Please, just let us off this once another one of the women chimed in quickly. desperate to save herself.

Their husbands rushed to support them, putting on their best appeasing smiles. “Mr. Brooker, we’ve already talked to them. They know what they did was wrong. We’ve handled it.”

Felix let out a cold, mocking Laugh. “Handled it? That’s what you call it? My girl had her clothes ripped off and was left exposed in front of all of you. And now you want to brush it off with a half–hearted apology?”

The four women went pale instantly. They could see now–Felix wasn’t about to let this go with a warning

Their husbands started scrambling, trying to do damage control. “Mr. Brooker, this was all a huge misunderstanding…

Felix’s lips curved into something sharp and merciless. “I’m not unreasonable. If they admit they were wrong, then they can make it right. You like using your hands? Fine. Each one of them leaves a finger behind. Strip them, toss them out of the hotel, and let the public enjoy the show,”

The second the words left his mouth, the women looked like they’d seen death.

These were women born into money, used to luxury, used to snapping their fingers and getting what they wanted.

Now they stood like cornered prey, shaking from head to toe, swallowed by fear. They looked like dead leaves trembling in a fall breeze, all their former pride gone, heads hanging low with nothing left but dread

One of the socialites was trembling so hard it looked like her knees might buckle at any moment. Her whole body shook as she pleaded through her tears, “Mr. Brooker, please, can’t you punish us some other way? We really do know we messed up!”

Her husband, once a polished businessman who ruled boardrooms, now acted like a desperate puppy, crawling up to Felix with a fake grin.

“Mr. Brooker, you’re a reasonable man. My wife didn’t mean any harm. Please give her a pass this time. We’ll do anything you

ask.”

The other three women were already falling apart. Their tears smeared their designer makeup, leaving them looking like ghosts of their former selves

“I can’t–1 can’t be stripped in public, that’s too humiliating. Mr. Brooker, please, we’re begging you!”

Felix gave a slow, knowing smile. His voice was smooth but carried weight. Anything, huh? You’re really willing to pay any price!”

That flicker of hope returned–they thought he was giving them an out.

But then he hit them with it

“Even bankruptcy?”

The entire banquet hall went still.

It was like time stopped. The hint of a smile on their faces froze solid.

They could replace a wife. But if their companies went under, all their years of blood, sweat, and ambition would be gone. And climbing back to the top? Nearly impossible.

Their eyes showed it all–greed, fear, hesitation. But the choice was clear.

They stood back.

And watched in silence as Felix gave the nod to the bodyguards.

The guards grabbed the four women by the arms and dragged them aside, slamming their hands down flat on the table.

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Chapter 149 A Price Paid in Blood.

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Felix moved smoothly as ever, picking up a fruit knife from the table. The blade caught the light and shimmered coldly, reflecting off his sharp, emotionless face.

He held the knife out toward one of the husbands.

The man froze in place, staring at it in horror, “M–Mr. Brooker, what are you doing?”

Felix gave a faint, cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You couldn’t control your wife. That’s why she had the nerve to attack someone in public. So now I’m giving you a chance to correct that.”

The man’s hand trembled as he took the knife.

His eyes flicked between Felix’s icy stare and his wife–who was breaking down completely, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. He felt like something was crawling under his skin, chewing him alive from the inside our

He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat locked up tight, like a giant invisible hand was squeezing it shut.