503.Chapter 503
“That smile is awful. I can’t stand it.” Eliza raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smile as she spoke.
“What about this? Or this? How about this one?” Eliza raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smile as she spoke.
Pale face had gained a faint flush. Whether it was from anger or pain, though, was
By the time Nolan was done, anyone’s guess.
Anthony was surprisingly composed. Even after being humiliated like this, he managed to suppress his fury and didn’t lash
out.
But deep down, his rage and hatred had already reached their peak. His eyes locked onto Eliza with a burning intensity. Eliza knew that look all too well. In her old life, when the Stonor family had tried to kill her, their eyes hadn’t looked like this at all.
‘Go ahead, and keep enduring it. Dear Anthony, you’d better hold it in for the rest of your life. I won’t let you off easily. The moment you snap will be the moment you meet your end. I’ll make sure you regret everything, Eliza wondered. “Enough already. That smile is truly hideous, an absolute eyesore.” Eliza’s cold, cutting critique nearly made Anthony lose his composure.
Hearing her words, Nolan frowned in mock disgust and tossed Anthony to the ground. “Guess it’s not just the smile that’s ugly; it’s the whole face.”
Just as everyone thought Nolan and Eliza had finished their game, Nolan suddenly shifted gears. “If this one can’t smile properly, I’ll find someone else who can amuse you, Your Grace.”
Nolan kept up his act with a sly grin, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below, one person at a time, like a wolf meticulously searching for prey to please its master.
The aura surrounding this guard was far fiercer. It was the unmistakable presence of a vicious wolf. And yet, this vicious wolf had been tamed.
Such thoughts crossed the minds of those present, their eyes occasionally darting toward Eliza, seated at the head. They hadn’t expect that Eliza really had some tricks up her sleeve.
As Dale and the others silently marveled, the vicious wolf had already chosen his next prey, standing before her and scaring her so badly that her face turned even paler than Anthony’s.
“What are you doing?” Sophie hadn’t expected that when Nolan mentioned finding someone else who could smile, he meant her.
Panic overtook her, and she stumbled backward, trying to put as much distance as possible between herself and the man before her.
“Step aside, Sophie. I’ll-” Matthew attempted to intervene, offering to take Sophie’s place, but before he could finish his sentence, Nolan’s right hand lashed out, sending him sprawling to the ground, his body skidding a few feet before coming to a stop.
Nolan’s cold gaze then locked onto Sophie. “Are you walking over on your own, or do I have to drag you there myself?” He deliberately emphasized his words, his tone, and oppressive aura, making it sound more like draging her over after killing you. The sheer brutality left no room for doubt.
Sophie didn’t dare to refuse. She could only speak up hesitantly. “I’ll go over there myself.”
Even if he wouldn’t kill her, she had no desire to be dragged over like Anthony.
Her fingers trembled as she discreetly touched a small pouch hidden in her sleeve, using her fingernail to scrape off a tiny amount of its contents while ensuring no one noticed.
Moments later, she stood before Eliza, her face still painted with fear. “Your Grace, I had erred. Please punish me as you see fit.”
Eliza looked at Sophie, whose face was full of mock pity. Eliza hadn’t even done anything yet, and Sophie was already putting on a pitiful act.
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