Chapter 170 Why Should I Help You
The people present were shocked to see the scene. After giving the boy a disdainful glance, Catherine looked up and swept a cold gaze at the few boys. That gaze was cold and terrifying. Whoever she looked at with that gaze would tremble.
Those boys stepped back without hesitation. Catherineâs kick was enough to make them understand the strength gap between themselves and her.
The girl who fell to the floor finally reacted. She pounced forward and was ready to hold Catherineâs thighs but froze at the moment Catherineâs gaze fell on her. The girl tried to speak. She opened her mouth but hiccupped, looking stunned.
Catherine casually pulled over a chair. After elegantly adjusting her long clothing by giving a slight shake to the ends, she sat down composedly and coolly. Her movements were unmistakably dominant. She looked intimidating.
She raised her eyebrows at the girl and asked coldly, âWhy was he bullying you?â
When she said âhe,â her eyes flicked toward Johnathan. The girl immediately understood. After hesitantly looking at Johnathan, she lowered her head, seemingly afraid to speak.
Since she didnât say anything,
Catherine didnât want to waste time there.
âHelp yourself then!â
After saying that, Catherine made a gesture to stand up. The girl was anxious. She hurriedly asked, âCan you help me after I tell you?
Catherine looked back at her. There was a hint of mockery in her cool gaze. Why should I help you?â The girl looked at Catherine with red eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly, not knowing how to answer. They were two people who had nothing to do with each other. Catherine was right. Why should she help a stranger?
Catherine was not a savior and had no obligation to help her. Watching the girl lower her head in dismay, Catherine spoke again, her attitude still cold. No one could guess what was in Catherineâs mind at that moment.
âAfter you tell me, I may be able to help you out if Iâm in a good mood!â
Although Catherine was a girl, somehow, she could give others a sense of security that made others trust her immensely. The girl knew that maybe Catherine was her only chance.
All of these boys were inhuman. They might not be able to deal with Catherine, but it would be too easy for them to deal with her. Even though Johnathan constantly threatened the girl with his girl still decided to speak up. gaze, the She reached out and pointed at Johnathan, shouting bitterly, âItâs because I told the teacher that Johnathan didnât do his homework. He brought his men to take me here to get back at me, forcing me to apologize and drinkâ¦â
Catherine lowered her eyes. She looked toward the girl with a cold gaze.
âAre you from Class 1 of Ascending High School?â
Ascending High School was the school Johnathan attended, and Class 1 was the notorious class for the young wealthy heirs.
Catherine looked at the girlâs dress. Her white shirt was yellowed. She did not look like a girl from a wealthy family, which puzzled Catherine.
Perhaps the girl understood the meaning of Catherineâs gaze, and a hint of embarrassment crossed her face. She lowered her head and whispered, âIâm Theresa Sherman. Iâm indeed from Class 1. I was specially recruited because of my grades!â
With that, Catherine understood. The poor top students who got into this kind of wealthy heirs class were to raise the average score of the class. The only thing they could profit from was the free tuition and the exorbitant scholarships. It was a temptation that no student from a poor family could resist.
After understanding the cause and effect, Catherine tilted her head toward Johnathan, who was on the side. Johnathanâs heart palpitated at the look she gave him.
To save his reputation, he still braced himself to say, âCatherine, you jinx. Youâd better get a grip on yourself. Donât cause me trouble. If I donât deal with you today, Iâll deal with you another day. Youâd better behave yourself!â
âHuh!â Catherine sneered. âJohnathan, I didnât realize you were a school bully!â
Watching Catherine focus all her attention on Theresa, Johnathan was furious. âWhatâs wrong with you? Does she have anything to do with you? Why did you intervene? Who do you think you areâ¦â
Catherine glanced around, and her gaze rested on the potted landscape used for decoration. She stood up and reached her hand toward the potted landscape, quickly pulling out a bamboo whip from inside.
She whipped Johnathanâs thigh with the bamboo whip. The whip was thin. It would not hurt peopleâs bones or muscles if it were used to hit, but it could make the person who was hit by it feel pain.
After the whip fell on Johnathan, he burst into tears. âCatherine, youâre crazy. You dared to hit me!â
Catherine didnât say anything more. She whipped him again. She whipped his left thigh just now, so she hit his right thigh.
But Catherine didnât give Johnathan a chance to catch his breath this time. She kept whipping his left and right. thighs.
Johnathan was screaming and cursing while dodging the whip, but it didnât help. No matter how much he dodged, he couldnât avoid the whip.
âOuch⦠Catherine, you crazy woman, stop it now.â
Catherine exerted a little more force.
âOuch, it hurts so much. Security, come quickly!â
Paxton had already dealt with the security of the restaurant. Without Brandenâs order, they wouldnât dare to come out, even if the one who was whipped was their boss.
Seeing that asking for help was useless, Johnathan, who was in pain, could only start using threats. âCatherine, stop it. My parents wonât spare you. Do you hear me?â
But for Catherine, it didnât work at all. She kept whipping and looked at Johnathan with an indifferent attitude. âIf you have the energy to ask your parents for help, why donât you beg yourself?â
Catherine whipped him faster and harder. Johnathan bounced back and forth like a fish thrown into a burning pot. His expression was twisted, and his movements were also hilarious.
Seeing Johnathan being whipped so badly and Catherine not even blinking an eye, Johnathanâs friends were so scared that they were swallowing nervously.
They wanted to leave but dared not. They could only silently crouch aside and watch, fearing that the next one to be whipped would be themselves. It was a big mess, but no one rushed to stop it.
They were heirs of wealthy families and knew precisely what this meant. It meant that Catherine had a more significant background, and even the restaurant owner dared not offend her.
The people behind the restaurant had some influence in Casier, and even they dared not offend her, let alone those wealthy heirs. Johnathan couldnât take it anymore and fell to the floor, wailing in pain.
âIâm wrong. Iâm wrong, okay?
Catherine, stop it!â
Hearing his plea for mercy, Catherine said coldly, âHmph.â
She then retorted without hesitation,â Youâre wrong? Is this the attitude should have for admitting youâre wrong?
âMr. Johnathan, didnât your parents teach you to admit your mistakes? Didnât they teach you that you should respect your seniors?â
Johnathan gritted his teeth, not wanting to bow down. Catherine, however, refused to let him go and whipped him harder and harder.
Not only were Johnathan and his group shocked, but so were Triston and the others. Triston gave a small gulp, then said cautiously, âMr. Duncan, if she keeps whipping him like that, will he die?â
Branden responded without even looking up, âNo!â
When Triston was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, Brandenâs following words almost scared him to death.
âHeâll lose one leg at most!â
If Triston remembered correctly, the boy should be Johnathan, the wealthy heir of the Swanns. He was Catherineâs brother. Catherine could be so cruel to her brother. She was indeed a cruel person! Catherine was ruthless!