?Chapter 913:
“Nonsense!”
Just then, arge figure appeared at the entrance, her high heels clicking loudly across the auction hall.
Everyone turned as a woman stormed in, nked by bodyguards. She was wearing thick makeup, but still appeared in.
Every step she took seemed burdened by her weight.
Her chubby feet pressed painfully against the tight leather of her pointed shoes, while the white dress hugged her body so tightly it looked like it might tear.
Brenna estimated she weighed at least 200 pounds, heavier than what her mother had mentioned.
Judy strode forward and pped Isabe. The force of the p sent Isabe crashing to the floor. “How dare you steal my man?”
Judy kicked Isabe in the stomach, a vicious blow that forced a strangled cry from Isabe’s lips as she curled in on herself.
Burning with humiliation, Isabe couldn’t believe she’d lost to someone like Judy. She turned to Denis and spat, “What is it about this woman that you find appealing?”
Judy’s face twisted with fury. She nted her fists on her hips and shouted at Isabe, “You dare to disrespect me? Do you know who I am?” She turned to her bodyguards. “Beat her up!”
At hermand, the bodyguards in ck suits marched forward. Without hesitation, they pounced on Isabe, hitting her without restraint.
To Judy, nothing was more infuriating than a woman who looked better than her. Isabe had made the unforgivable mistake of getting close to Denis, fueling Judy’s already zing fury.
“Hit her harder!” she eximed.
“Ah! Stop! Ah!”
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Isabe’s screams tore through the silent hall. Onlookers watched, but not one dared intervene.
Meanwhile, Denis stood by Judy’s side, gently coaxing her in a low voice, “Please don’t let this get to you. She’s been clinging to me; I’ve tried everything to shake her off. She is so shameless…”
Each word hit Isabe like a p. Her body throbbed with pain, but it was the betrayal that hurt her the most.
The bodyguards showed no mercy. She felt as though her bones were snapping one by one. Through gritted teeth, she cried out, “Make it stop… Denis, how can you just stand there and let them do this to me?” Annoyed, Denisshed out at her with a kick of his own. He’d given her a chance to leave earlier, but she had ignored it. Now, she had only herself to me for this.
Brenna stared down at Isabe, her expression frosty. The sight of Isabe lying limp on the floor struck her as pitiful. She spoke tly, “Denis, the auction’s about to start. Is this really the ce for this kind of scene?”
In fact, Denis felt a slight twinge of sympathy for Isabe, but there was not much he could do.
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