“Ah!” Trinity shrieked as she staggered back, reeling from the blow. A red mark spread quickly across her face.
The sight of the strike made Trinity’s hangers-on scatter. The quickest of them shoved through the crowd first, desperate to slip away before things got worse. The loyalty they boasted about every day vanished in a breath. All they cared about now was staying out of danger. No one stepped forward to help Trinity, each one terrified that the fury of the mob would shift to them next.
That single slap opened the floodgates. More people pushed forward, arms raised high. Fists struck. Shoes slammed into Trinity. Spit hit her face.
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“That’s right! Time for a lesson in what happens when you cross the public!”
“Maybe now you’ll learn some respect! You can’t just manipulate people for your own sick games and expect to get away with it!”
The crowd closed in on Trinity. They no longer saw a wealthy daughter or a beautiful woman. To them, she was just a mangy animal to be beaten down without a shred of mercy.
Trinity dropped to the ground, curling tightly to shield her head. The moment her arms protected her skull, kicks smashed into her legs. When she tried to shield her legs instead, fists thudded across her back. A raw, broken scream ripped from her throat as blow after blow rained down.
“The Craig sisters make me sick! Wanda struts around like she’s born into the Campbell household, trying to snatch the real heiress’s fiancé, and Trinity helps Wanda pull it off. They’re nothing but garbage!”
“Who do they think they’re fooling, acting like they belong in that influential Campbell family? The audacity is unbelievable!”
“Keep yelling in pain, Trinity Craig! Shout until your voice breaks! Maybe then you’ll remember what happens when you try something like this again!”
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Swept up in their rage, the mob kept swinging and spitting insults, unwilling to let up.
At the beginning, Trinity begged and screamed for them to stop, but her voice gradually wore down until she was only gasping in short, painful breaths. In the end, she could do nothing but fold herself up tightly on the ground, shaking and silent.
“That’s enough,” someone finally called out over the noise. “If we go any further, she won’t live through it. Stop now!”
The crowd gave way, and Trinity was left exposed on the floor. Her swollen face looked nothing like itself, her expensive outfit was torn apart and filthy, and her tangled hair clung to her head in damp clumps. She resembled a wreck pulled from the water more than a living person.
The man responsible for the first punch and the hardest kicks stepped aside, his gaze finding Quentin at the edge of the chaos. Without a flicker of emotion, Quentin offered the man the faintest nod before turning on his heel and leaving without hesitation.
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