The man gritted his teeth, his face contorted with agony and desperation. His eyes were bloodshot, like a cornered beast with no escape.
“Three... Two... One...”
With the final number uttered, he steeled himself and brought the knife down, severing his wife’s thumb with a swift, brutal motion.
A scream, chilling and primal, tore from the woman’s throat, echoing through the room.
Her body convulsed violently before she collapsed, fainting from the intense pain.
However, the bodyguards showed no mercy. They swiftly grabbed a bucket of ice water and, without hesitation, splashed it over her face.
The shock of the cold water jolted her back to consciousness. She stared at the bloody stump where her thumb used to be, and another heart-wrenching cry erupted from her.
The bloodied knife clattered to the floor from the man's trembling hand. He fell to his knees, trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face.
The onlookers turned pale, horrified by the gruesome scene. Some women covered their mouths, stifling their gasps, while some men averted their eyes, unable to bear the sight.
Friends of the couple stepped back, frightened of being caught up in this terrifying ordeal.
The remaining three couples were paralyzed with fear.
Sean watched the kneeling man coldly, his voice devoid of sympathy. “Next.”
The men recoiled, their faces ashen, legs shaking so badly they could barely stand.
Their wives began to plead desperately.
Sean remained unmoved, prompting them to appeal to Claire.
“Ms. Linwood, we’re sorry. Please, have mercy on us.”
“We’ll do anything you ask. Just spare us.”
“Please.”
Claire gazed at their terrified faces, feeling no pity.
She had Mr. Foster to protect her, enabling her to stand here and seek revenge.
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