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I did a cartwheel and flipped him onto the ground.
Immediately after, I smashed a thug in the head with my elbow.
The other thugs finally snapped to attention. They surrounded me, yelling that they were
going to jump me.
My blood was pumping! I finally had a chance to unleash my inner power!
In under half a minute, the tables had completely turned.
The thugs scattered and ran. I chased them down one by one, caught them, and tied them
all up.
The yellow–haired thug, bruised and battered, whimpered:
“Madam! You’ve already beaten us to a pulp! What did you bring us back for?! Please, you’re
a generous person, just let us go!”
Begging for mercy? You think begging for mercy will work?
The original FL begged until she was hoarse the day she was attacked, but they just found it
more exciting.
Even just reading about it, I could feel her deep despair.
Seeing me deep in thought, the thugs naively thought I was getting soft and was going to let
them go.
He happily continued:
“Madam! Grievances have debtors, debts have owners! Your husband paid us to do this! If
you’ve got a problem, go home and take it out on him!”
“Oh, right, I also know about the homewrecker your husband’s been keeping. If you want
revenge, we could gang rape her!”
I rolled my eyes. Right, how could I have forgotten about that scumbag!
I raised my eyelids and instructed, “Find a way to get that scumbag to meet me alone!”
The thug’s eyes lit up. “Okay! Okay!”
He was very obedient and immediately tried to trick Ethan River into coming.
When Ethan River arrived, he looked the thug up and down with a face full of impatience:
“What happened to you? Where’s that bitch? Didn’t you find a gold mine? Where is it? Tell me
now!”
The thug’s eyes darted to me, standing behind Ethan River. I pulled out my trusty frying pan
and knocked Ethan River out cold with a single whack.
I tied up Ethan and all the thugs, then strung them together with rope.
Like herding cattle, I drove them to the abandoned factory.
The thug was furious:,
“You broke your promise! Didn’t you say you’d let me go if I lured your husband here? Why didn’t you release me!”
Wait a minute, that line sounds awfully familiar. I remember the Original Protagonist crying
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“What happened to you? Where’s that bitch? Didn’t you find a gold mine? Where is it? Tell me
now!”
The thug’s eyes darted to me, standing behind Ethan River. I pulled out my trusty frying pan
and knocked Ethan River out cold with a single whack.
I tied up Ethan and all the thugs, then strung them together with rope.
Like herding cattle, I drove them to the abandoned factory.
The thug was furious:
“You broke your promise! Didn’t you say you’d let me go if I lured your husband here? Why
didn’t you release me!”
Wait a minute, that line sounds awfully familiar. I remember the Original Protagonist crying
and saying the exact same thing in the novel.
Back then, the thugs demanded all of the Original Protagonist’s money, and she immediately agreed, but she still couldn’t escape their clutches.
Thinking about this made my blood boil, and I slapped those thugs a few more times:
“Didn’t you say you wanted to play with me? Well, I’m just toying with you now!”
Ethan River is still out cold, so I had the others drag him along between us.
I glanced down at my chest and suddenly remembered all the injustices the Original Protagonist had endured.
After the marriage, Ethan River constantly used various tactics to psychologically
manipulate the FL, always criticizing her figure, saying she was flat–chested and completely
unfeminine.
The Original Protagonist was forced to get a boob job.
But after the augmentation, he hated that breasts of the FL were fake, calling her a plastic
surgery addict, and even cheated on her with Wendy Chan.
The more I think about it, the more disgusted I feel. I suddenly had an idea… something fair and rosy, with big eyes, long eyelashes, and a plump figure…
Completely their type.
The blonde thug shivered: “Why am I so cold all of a sudden?”
So I made up my mind and called my secretary.
Ethan River had already woken up, and he and the thugs were terrified:
“Evelyn Lynn, you crazy woman! Let me go! What did you trick me into coming here for?”
I said with great enthusiasm, “Why, to do what you love doing most, of course!”
I tossed them all into the pigpen. The pigs‘ snorting terrified them.
I grabbed the world’s most high–end equipment that the thug had been showing off, found
the perfect angle, and started recording their precious moments.
Ethan River sobbed, “Evelyn, I know I messed up! We were husband and wife! Please, I’m begging you, don’t record this!”
I snorted coldly. “You bought this equipment in the first place! What’s wrong with using equipment you bought on yourself?”
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