"Yes, yes, yes, President Shen must think that Sister Zhaodi is particularly understanding and helps him relieve his worries!"
"Sister Zhaodi, this White-eyed Wolf is despised by his parents, surely has a low character and lacks gratitude. You taught him well!"
Wu Zhaodi ground her heels into my battered face again and again.
"It's not over yet, Bitch."
After saying that, she ordered the bodyguards to strip me of my clothes.
I let out whimpering sounds and struggled desperately, but it was futile.
Just like that, I watched helplessly as my clothes were torn away piece by piece, exposing large areas of skin.
I was terrified, curled up in the corner, trembling.
Wu Zhaodi whispered something to the thugs, then calmly took out a camera and started recording.
The bodyguards immediately pounced like wild dogs that had caught the scent of bones.
"Who dares? I am the Shen Family Heiress. My dad is Shen Xiaoyang!"
My mouth was a bloody mess, and my voice was unclear.
Another round of laughter erupted.
"Look at her, she's forgotten who she is!"
Wu Zhaodi signaled, and the bodyguards became even more aggressive.
"Please, no, don't!" I trembled as I looked at Wu Zhaodi.
"I've been annoyed by your spoiled princess attitude every day! Why should you be the lofty Miss Shen while we have to serve you like maids?"
"Now that your father has abandoned you, it's finally my turn to teach you a lesson."
In Wu Zhaodi's eyes, a look of resentment emerged.
"If you want us to let you go, kneel down and beg us, noble Miss Shen."
"Oh, I almost forgot, our young lady can't kneel because her leg is broken."
She raised a malicious smile and kicked my numb legs.
Yet, a glimmer of hope ignited within me as I desperately pleaded with them,
prostrating on the ground and bowing heavily in a twisted position.
But still, no one was willing to spare me.
Gradually, my expression shifted from pain to numbness and despair.
"I am the daughter of the maid; I am Bitch. I beg you to spare me."
I merely complied with Wu Zhaodi's wishes,
mechanically repeating my pleas while enduring their insults.
Wu Zhaodi grew more excited, watching the spectacle with a grin,
seemingly satisfied with the scene before her.
Her friends eagerly took close-up shots of me, clapping and cheering.
"Haha, Sister Zhaodi, she calls herself Bitch!"
"Finally recognizing her true identity! Serves her right! What a relief!"
Blood flowed steadily across the ground.
My body was riddled with wounds, and my breath grew weaker.
I couldn't help but think of my mom and dad.
Dad, Mom, do you remember when you said the secret base was the safest place? But now I'm going to die here.
I know how spoiled you've been with Zhaodi these days,
hoping that I would get jealous and plead for mercy from them.
But if you knew I would be treated this way, would you feel heartbroken and regretful? Would you take revenge for me?
"Sister Zhaodi, are we being too cruel?"
Looking at the chaotic basement, someone showed signs of fear.
"What are you afraid of? Dad will come back and help me deal with it," Wu Zhaodi said sternly.
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone heard my father's voice.
"Zhaodi, I've been looking for you for half a day. Why are you in the basement? Your mom and I brought you some gifts."
Wu Zhaodi was taken aback for a moment and quickly ran to the basement door.
"Dad, Mom, you're back!"
She revealed a sweet smile and took her parents' hands. The contrast between her current demeanor and the domineering, unpleasant person from earlier was striking.
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