Charles shrieked in a flurry and wet the carpet under his feet.
The once-glorified and arrogant heir of the Iverson Group wet his pants.
Outraged, Bella raised her weapon when Justin clutched her wrist.
"Are you trying to stop me?"
Bella heaved heavily as she tried to break free from him. "Don't tell me to calm down! He took
advantage of my sister. Not even Lance can save him now!"
"I'm not trying to stop you. I'm with you each step of the way." Justin sighed, his thick voice having a
soothing effect.
He slowly took the broken vase neck from her hand. "I just don't want you to get your hands dirty or
hurt yourself."
Bella pursed her lips. Coming back to her senses, she no longer insisted on harming Charles.
With grimacing eyes, Justin clutched his fingers. Then came a crack.
Bella watched Justin crush the vase's neck into powder with his bare hands.
That was savage and cool.
However, she wondered if he had hurt his hand.
Justin clapped his hands nonchalantly and blew the powder residue off his palm. "Why go through the
trouble to deal with you? I can just break your neck or crush your spine." "Justin... Bella... Are you
going to lay your hands on me?"
Unable to get back on his feet, Charles pounded the ground. "If anything happens to me, my dad and
brother will make you pay. You are done for!"
"Great. I have had a problem with your family for a long time. I can finally get even."
Bella gritted her teeth and dug her stiletto into the back of Charles' hand. Charles screamed out loud.
"I'll start with you since you're here. Astrid will be next. None of you will get away with it."
Astrid?
Charles suspected that Bella was aware of their plan to set Amelia up.
His concern was more about the marriage than the revenge from Bella and Justin. Not wanting his evil
deeds to come to light, Charles refuted, "Can't you use your brain for once, Bella? I don't want to pull
such a stunt to get your sister. My dad told me I would marry Amelia. She's going to be my wife
anyway. Why would I go through all the trouble? Besides, I only wanted to get to know her better
tonight, but she threw herself at me. I helped her up because she had too much to drink and couldn't
stand up straight. She hugged me, smiled, and kissed me."
Amelia shuddered with rage.
However, she could not explain her behavior. She could not control herself.
Steven shouted angrily, "You're lying! You forced yourself on Amelia. You're a rapist!"
"You must have found your way here through the CCTV footage. You've watched us on camera, so you
know she was all over me. I didn't make her do anything. You don't have proof to show the police that I
raped her."
Charles smiled smugly, aware they had no leg to stand on. "She's my fiancée anyway. I thought she
wanted to consummate the marriage before the wedding to check out how I was in bed."
Justin furrowed his brows and exerted pressure on his foot, shattering Charles' tailbone.
"Bullshit!"
Bella wished she could crack Charles' head open with her sharp stiletto. "Amelia didn't drink. She
couldn't have been drunk. You drugged her!"
"Do you have proof, Bella?" Charles smiled sinisterly, his breath panting.
Since he had endured the torture, he would face them off until the bitter end.
Amid Bella's anger, a curt voice entered the room.