Chapter 1097: Chapter 1097: Is He Really Planning to Punish Her?
She rolled around on the ground, her body beaten until there wasn’t a good piece of flesh left, the floor covered with her blood.
Then she cried and pleaded, "I was wrong, I was wrong, please, stop hitting me."
Ian Douglas swung a thick, black whip with a cold smile, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Begging for mercy now? Too late. You dared to seduce my grandson, prepare to be beaten to death by me."
As she thought about it, lost in her thoughts, Scarlett actually felt waves of pain in her body, as if struck by the whip.
When she returned to her senses, blinked her eyes, she realized that two men with icy expressions were grabbing her arms on either side.
They grabbed precisely where her body was scratched, their strength immense, fingers embedded in her flesh like eagle claws, no wonder she felt the pain.
"Our apologies, Miss Yates." These ice-faced men feigned politeness after capturing her.
Despite their words of apology, their faces showed no embarrassment, as they exerted force to carry Scarlett out like a small chick.
With Matthew Saxon not at home, the Saxon Family was ruled by Ian Douglas.
If he wanted to punish someone, others wouldn’t dare voice any objections.
So, as they saw Scarlett being forcibly taken upstairs, others were first stunned, then shocked, stealing glances but silently lowering their heads, acting as if blind.
The few maids who maliciously hoped for Matthew and Scarlett’s early breakup were especially elated, their faces gleaming with joy like winning the lottery.
Click, once Old Master Douglas steps in, don’t expect any good outcome.
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In the study, Ian Douglas’s bodyguards stood outside the door, motionless like stone guardians.
Another pair of bodyguards held Scarlett, and at Ian Douglas’s command, they pushed her in front of him.
The door was quickly pushed open again, and an entrant carried a long wooden box, its surface intricately carved.
A lavishly crafted rosewood box, made from high-quality rosewood, Scarlett estimated the box alone to be valuable.
However... that wasn’t the focus—given the box’s length, it likely contained a whip!
Scarlett gazed at the box, her face color changing.
Was Ian Douglas actually planning to physically discipline her?
It’s the twenty-first century, and he’s resorting to such outdated methods to deal with her?
Despite being a prominent figure with a good public image, it turns out he’s a man devoid of class, ready to lash her over a few disagreements!
Scarlett already had a poor impression of him, but now it plunged deeper.
She glared at Ian Douglas in a fury, "Despite being an elder, you’re resorting to such distasteful actions, aren’t you afraid of ridicule?"
The person holding the box approached Ian Douglas respectfully, "Old Master Douglas, I’ve fetched the item."
Ignoring Scarlett’s anger, Ian Douglas instructed the box to be opened, then merrily extracted the contents.
When he held the item, Scarlett realized it wasn’t the whip she imagined, but a long ruler.
Not a whip, but a ruler!
This discovery failed to ease Scarlett’s mind, as she looked at Ian Douglas holding the long, black ruler, her face turning faintly pale.
