Wendy was truly terrified now. Anyone would react with fear when faced with physical assault, and she was no exception.


    "Let go of me! Get away from me! Ah!"


    Wendy struggled to escape, but just then, the door to the room was kicked open with a loud bang.


    Stanley had arrived.


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    He walked in quickly, grabbing Paul by the cor and yanking him off Wendy. Without a second thought, he threw a solid punch right into Paul''s face.


    Paul crashed to the floor, but Stanley wasn''t done. He gave Paul a second punch, followed by a third...


    Paul''s face was soon covered in blood.


    Wendy sat up, calling out his name. “Stanley... Stanley..."


    Stanley left Paul lying on the ground and rushed to Wendy''s side. She was trembling, clearly shaken.


    Stanley''s eyes scanned her, and the sight nearly stopped his heart. There was a red, swollen handprint on her cheek from where Paul had pped her. Her skirt had been pushed up so high that her pale thighs were exposed, marked with red bruises where Paul had gripped her. The sight of her being so brutally vited left Stanley seething with fury.


    He had walked in to find Paul on top of her, her legs spread wide. The image of that had made his blood boil.


    Stanley''s voice was low and tense as he asked, "Did he assault you?"


    Wendy''s pale eyes filled with tears. "No..."


    "Are you sure? Let me check."


    Stanley lifted her skirt just enough to reveal her white underwear. There was no sign of assault.


    Relief washed over him, but the anger still gnawed at him. He wanted to get up and beat Paul senseless.


    But Wendy reached out, her arms locking around him, holding him tightly. "Stanley, please, don''t. I just want to leave here. Take me away."


    Paul, bloodied and lying on the carpet, was barely conscious now. His eyes were unfocused, and Stanley knew that. if he kept hitting him, he could die.


    Stanley took a deep breath, controlling his rage. He then wrapped his ck coat around Wendy, holding her close as he carried her out of the room.


    Thirty minutester, the Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to Saville Vi. Stanley carried Wendy into the master bedroom, then gently ced her in the spacious bathtub.


    He turned on the hot water, filling the tub.


    Wendy was freezing, her skin as cold as ice. Her face was pale, and only when the warm water surrounded her did she begin to feel some warmth return to her body.


    His cold, harsh voice interrupted the silence. "You''re wearing inakeup?"


    Wendy looked up, meeting Stanley''s gaze. His ck shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing muscr forearms and an expensive wristwatch. The hem of his trousers was damp, but the soft champagne-colored light around them made him look even more like a distinguished, mature man


    His eyes were fixed on her, sharp with anger and mockery. "You even put on lipstick?"


    Wendy, still shivering, opened her mouth to speak. “I.....”


    Stanley stood there with his hands on his hips, his expression full of frustration and anger.


    "Today, Dr. Cen was supposed to give a lecture. All the students went to hear it. And you dressed up like this? It''s like you were begging for Paul to take you."


    Wendy didn''t know how to respond.


    She had barely calmed down after the terrifying ordeal, and now she felt nothing but a deep sense of injustice. Her eyes filled with tears, the moisture reflecting the dim light. Soon,rge droplets began to fall from hershes, sshing into the tub below.


    She cried.


    Stanley froze, hisrge frame going rigid. "Wendy, why are you crying? Don''t think for a second that your tears are going to make everything okay!"


    The tears kepting, each one heavier than thest, sshing into the water below.


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