Upon hearing this, Little Roxy trembled, her gaze toward Wendy Hua and Joyce Du filled with even more pity. To fall into the hands of the Little Prince... that fate—
After all, Wendy Hua was still Charles Hua’s own younger daughter. Even if Quentin Hua didn’t care, Morgan Shangguan didn’t want him to take action personally, nor did she want him to witness Wendy’s death being too tragic. Yet, if it was too easy for her, Morgan felt it unfair. So the best solution was to let her elder brother handle it—he would make sure justice was served, and everyone would be satisfied!
Wendy Hua and Joyce Du had heard of the Ghost Guild, but they didn’t truly understand its terrifying reputation, nor did they know the methods of Damien Gray.
The only thing Joyce Du cared about was Quentin Hua’s opinion of her. She didn’t want this mistake to make him hate her completely. “Cousin... I was framed by Wendy Hua...”
Her words were indeed laughable, just as Wendy Hua had said—if Joyce Du hadn’t harbored malicious intent, how could Wendy have framed her? Wendy hadn’t forced her, nor threatened her; she had simply given her a chance to hurt someone, and Joyce had seized it herself!
Now that Quentin Hua had caught her red-handed, she still wanted to shift all the blame onto Wendy Hua. Did she really think everyone else was a fool?
Wendy Hua sneered, her eyes glinting with a strange light. While Joyce Du distracted Quentin Hua, Wendy suddenly lunged forward, clutching a small dagger that gleamed coldly. Her target was Roxy Shangguan—just as she’d said, she wanted Quentin Hua to suffer, as that was the price he should pay for standing by and doing nothing!
She had thrown caution to the wind, caring nothing for her own life, determined to kill Roxy Shangguan. Yet no matter how ruthless or fast she was, her skills were mediocre at best. She’d never faced a true master, and didn’t realize that her movements seemed laughably slow in Quentin Hua’s eyes, utterly unremarkable. Nor did she know that her attempt wouldn’t even graze Roxy Shangguan’s hair. What she could never have expected was that Roxy simply clenched her little hand and, with effortless grace, made a whipping motion. Instantly, Wendy felt a wave of excruciating pain flood her body, spreading from one point to every limb, as she was flung into the air and then landed with a heavy thud.
Wendy Hua lay twitching on the ground, and saw clearly that Roxy Shangguan was holding a transparent whip in her hand.
She’d been whipped before—her body still bore countless scars from Raymond Lei’s handiwork—but it had never hurt like this. Every time Raymond struck, he showed no mercy, tormenting her nearly to death before letting her go. Yet now, she realized that Raymond’s ferocious expression and cruel methods weren’t nearly as terrifying as this!
Because now she realized Roxy Shangguan was the truly terrifying one—she was the demon, the most frightening demon of all!
That little face was still so adorable, even carrying a sweet smile. Just now, she had casually waved her hand—there was no malice in the gesture at all—yet Wendy tasted the most excruciating pain she had ever known. The agony from the whip spread from the point of impact throughout her body, burrowing into her bones, making her wish she were dead. For the first time, she understood how truly agonizing a whipping could be.
Wendy Hua lay on the ground, her face twisted in pain as she convulsed, biting her lip until it bled, finally unable to hold back a scream. Witnessing this, Joyce Du’s face turned deathly pale, and her gaze toward Roxy Shangguan was filled with uncontrollable fear. Just moments ago, she’d wanted to scratch Roxy’s face—if Quentin Hua hadn’t appeared in time, would she be the one suffering now?
Only now did she remember: from beginning to end, Roxy Shangguan’s eyes had never shown a hint of fear—in fact, at that moment, they were filled with murderous intent. Yes, murderous intent. But Joyce hadn’t noticed, because in her mind, facing a two-year-old, she thought she’d have the upper hand. She could only accept her fate.
Roxy Shangguan still smiled sweetly at Wendy Hua, the whip in her hand trailing to the ground. That transparent whip shimmered with a gentle light, looking beautiful yet, to Wendy, it was utterly chilling. She regretted everything.
What Wendy didn’t know was that her pain was caused by Roxy Shangguan’s spiritual power penetrating her body. That trace of energy tormented her to the utmost, so even after so long, she was still suffering.
Back then, Ren Xiaoyao had also been whipped once, but only the spot where he was struck hurt especially badly. Seeing that he meant no harm and was an old acquaintance of Quentin Hua, Roxy Shangguan had shown mercy.
Roxy Shangguan leisurely put away her whip and glanced at the shivering ghost beside her, saying, “Little Roxy, didn’t I tell you to send them to the Ghost Guild?” Her tone was impatient, as if she didn’t want these two women to be an eyesore any longer.
With those words, she nestled into Quentin Hua’s arms, growing drowsy.
Quentin Hua looked at her and sighed inwardly. In truth, he would have preferred to deal with things himself, but since this was Roxy Shangguan’s wish, he didn’t want to waste her effort. Besides, Damien Gray’s methods weren’t lacking—he truly cared for Roxy, and anyone who bore ill will toward her, he surely wouldn’t let them off easily!
Early the next morning, Hua Mansion was bustling with activity.
Charles Hua emerged with a group of guards, his face grim. Looking at the two disfigured, possibly dead bodies at the gate, his complexion turned ashen. The sight was far too bloody and repulsive to tell if they were corpses or people.
Beside the two bloodied figures stood a carriage, unremarkable at first glance. Yet the coachman exuded a calm, formidable aura—clearly a master. The guards tensed, knowing they were no match for him. The surprising thing was, the coachman was only an eight- or nine-year-old child, and an exceptionally beautiful one at that!
Ling Yi, acting as the coachman, jumped down from the carriage. His delicate, almost feminine features were strikingly beautiful, and his eyes glimmered with a faint violet light, giving him an otherworldly air.
"Master..."
Everyone followed his gaze to the carriage, wondering who could be inside. Why would someone send two people, so horribly tortured, to Hua Mansion at dawn? Was this a warning—or a threat to the Hua Family?
If someone wanted to make a move against Hua Mansion, they wouldn't have come alone. Yet this scene clearly wasn’t a gesture of goodwill.