Mr. Law's Official Announcement: He is a Wife-Doting Fanatic!

Chapter 349: Chapter 349: The Lifetime Shadow of the Adulterer!

Gregory Vaughn saw the fierce gaze in the eyes of the bald, scarred man and immediately felt his legs go weak.

"Strong, Brother Strong... I’ll leave right now... don’t hit me, I understand the rules..."

Last time in the countryside of Veridia City, because of Adrian Law’s interference, he was tied up in a small warehouse by the bald, scarred man and got beaten up terribly!

The psychological shadow of that experience was truly unforgettable for life!

...

Florence Warner glared at Gregory Vaughn with eyes ready to burst.

"Gregory, are you crazy! They’re not here to collect debts! Why make us leave!"

"How powerful can that little brat be? Tyson said he would come back later to help us..."

Now that the family was no longer as prosperous as before, Florence Warner’s heart ached terribly, how could she bear to hand over such a luxurious villa? What’s more, Cecilia Vaughn wanted to take back even more than this!

Florence Warner stared at the bald, scarred man with a loathsome face, determined to keep the house.

"Just because you have a scar on your face doesn’t mean I’m afraid of you! Try throwing us out! I’ll call the police right now!"

"Hello, is this the Stellerton police station..."

Before Florence Warner could finish her sentence, her phone was viciously thrown to the ground by the bald, scarred man.

"You, how dare you throw my phone, you shameless—"

Florence Warner’s eyes widened, and before she could pick it up, she saw the bald, scarred man swing a fist directly across her face.

"Not only do I dare to throw your phone, I dare to hit you!"

"Don’t think just because you’re a woman, I’ll go easy on you!"

The bald, scarred man disdainfully tossed Florence Warner aside, his fierce gaze then swept over to Gregory Vaughn.

"What, unhappy about it?"

Gregory Vaughn trembled with fear, nearly losing control of his bladder, in truth, he was also a bully who feared the strong and preyed on the weak, nowhere dared he express displeasure, he fled with his head down.

"Brother Strong... we submit! We submit!"

Florence Warner couldn’t believe her eyes as she stared at Gregory Vaughn, unable to imagine a dignified man could be so weak.

"What are you looking at? Think this coward will help you?"

The bald, scarred man spat on the ground, then stomped on Gregory Vaughn’s hand.

"I didn’t know before; that’s why I took on your job and went to harm an elderly person. Now I’ve woken up!"

"To think trash like you even forced the original spouse to their death and took over their house, had I known you were this kind, I’d rather die than accept your job!"

"Do you know why I’m stuck in this underworld life? If it weren’t for my disgusting father abandoning my mother, would I have not been able to go to school?"

The bald, scarred man thought of his tragic past and became even more furious, directly slapping Gregory Vaughn in the face.

"Don’t cherish your wife, yet go around chasing skirts, I spit on you!"

Gregory Vaughn screamed like a slaughtered pig, stomped on over and over again, the pain of ten fingers linked is truly excruciating!

"It hurts, it hurts, Brother Strong, I know I was wrong—"

"You know pain?"

"I don’t believe people like you understand shame! Today I, Strong, will uphold justice for heaven!"

After a round of heavy beating on Gregory Vaughn, the bald, scarred man suddenly stood up and looked at Florence Warner, sitting fallen to the side.

Seeing Gregory Vaughn in such a miserable state, Florence was terrified, where would she dare to put up more of a lady’s temperament, life is more important than money!

"Don’t... don’t hit me! Hero, forgive us, we’ll move out, okay? I admit I was wrong!"

...

Florence Warner cried with snot and tears, no longer daring to argue with anyone.

While the bald, scarred man leisurely glanced at Florence Warner and Gregory Vaughn, still not having vented enough of his anger.

"What does admitting wrong mean? Can you compensate the money? Using the original spouse’s house for decades, have you ever paid rent?"

"What you’re wearing, what you’re eating and drinking, which of these isn’t sucking the original spouse’s blood?"

Startled out of her wits, Florence Warner clutched her dress tightly, relieved only when she realized she hadn’t brought her bank card.

"What do you want us to do? Hero... weren’t we all prepared to return the assets to that dead girl... oh no, Cecilia Vaughn?"

"Return? Return them as is? Is that enough?"

The bald, scarred man sneered, looking disdainful.

"Living off others, shouldn’t you pay some interest?"

"Alright then, since you’re unwilling to even pay interest, I don’t think you should live as humans. Old Second, Old Third, strip them both and throw them on the street, you’re not fond of cheating? I’ll let you cheat in broad daylight!"

Florence Warner’s pupils shrank suddenly, and in sheer terror, she staggered back three steps.

"No! You can’t do this to me! Gregory! Help!"

Florence Warner tried to hide near Gregory Vaughn, her well-maintained face now utterly bloodless.

"Don’t... don’t strip me... Brother Strong have mercy!"

But Gregory Vaughn, in times of crisis, was as useless as ever, wholly unhelpful.

The men called Old Second and Old Third chuckled, and quickly stripped Gregory Vaughn clean.

Even if Florence Warner wanted to hide further, she couldn’t escape.

"Don’t come over... ah... go away..."

The bald, scarred man found her righteous indignation nauseating.

"What are you pretending to be a virtuous wife for?! Please, you’re already this old, my brothers are real men, they wouldn’t take an interest in someone who steals others’ nests."

"Exactly!"

Florence Warner faintly passed out!

In her decades of life, she had never felt so humiliated, but how could she resist the strength of these brute men.

The men easily stripped Florence Warner bare.

Florence Warner’s bare flesh trembled with rage, and tears of humiliation kept streaming down her face.

"What are you crying about, such a killjoy."

But the bald, scarred man wasn’t bluffing, indeed, his men only stripped her of her clothes, no one was interested in her plastic surgery laden face.

"Old Fourth, put sacks over them both, don’t dirty the pedestrians’ eyes, paste a note on them: Adulterous Couple, Born a Pair!"

"Great idea!"

"Big Brother mighty!"

...

Quickly, ten minutes later, there were two sack-covered people in the street, their note attracting much pointing and whispering from passers-by.

"Wow, look over there! Adulterous Couple! Who put that note on them!"

"Tsk tsk, they must have done something, otherwise why would someone target them like this?"

"A lesson to not take the wrong path, don’t wreck homes, look at their end..."

Florence Warner and Gregory Vaughn had never been this embarrassed and scandal-ridden in their lives.

They didn’t dare to come out, fearing being recognized by acquaintances.

By the time Fiona Vaughn found out about the matter and helped them back, she was so angry that her eyes turned red!

There’s no such bullying!

She would surely make Cecilia Vaughn pay a hundredfold!