Vanessa's face was a mask of terror as she struggled frantically, her arms flailing wildly.
"My father is the chairman of The Linwood Group! You can't do this to me!" Her voice was sharp and desperate, echoing through the banquet hall.
The bodyguards remained unmoved, their grip like iron as they forced her down to her knees at Claire's feet.
Vanessa snapped her head up, locking eyes with Claire, whose serene and distant gaze seemed to look right through her.
In that instant, she felt like a lowly ant being crushed underfoot. Memories of her past arrogance and the way she had once bullied Claire mercilessly flashed through her mind.
Back then, she'd always carried herself with an air of superiority, treating Claire as if she were beneath her, trampling on her dignity without a second thought.
But now, the tables had turned, their roles completely reversed.
Vanessa fought to suppress the overwhelming humiliation crashing over her and tried to appear fragile and pitiable. Her eyes quickly brimmed with tears, which began to spill over, her voice trembling, "Claire, why are you letting Mr. Foster do this to me?"
The tears streamed down her pale cheeks, like an exquisite flower battered by a storm, evoking sympathy from anyone who witnessed her plight.
Yet Claire stood there, her eyes cold and amused, unmoved by Vanessa's theatrics.
Seeing no response from Claire, Vanessa turned her tearful gaze to Sean, hoping her act of vulnerability might sway him.
Little did she know, Sean's heart was as unyielding as stone. Her tearful display was nothing more than a ridiculous spectacle to him, failing to stir even the slightest emotion.
He simply said, "Go ahead."
As the clippers buzzed to life, Vanessa felt a chilling sensation on her scalp, an icy dread seeping into her core.
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