Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call
Chapter 192

Chapter 192 Revenge on Me?

Anastasia thought, "That's pretty stealthy!"

The car drove for tens of minutes before arriving at the suburb prison.

Anastasia sat in the car and didn't even get out of it.

It didn't take long for the man inside to come out of it with a skinny woman in a sack.

She stumbled in her steps and seemed unsteady on her feet, needing to be tugged along and looking like she could fall at any moment.

She was a far cry from her previous arrogance.

The people around Anastasia went over to pick her up.

Soon, the woman in the sack was roughly pulled beside the black car.

Being thrown to the ground suddenly, she grunted in pain and seemed unable to exert strength as the strangulation marks on her hands were evident. Anastasia slowly lowered the car window and watched with coldness in her eyes.

Anastasia thought, "You deserve it today!"

The woman suddenly panicked and became very agitated. With a hoarse voice, she shouted, "What is this place? Who the hell are you?"

Anastasia made a look, and the bodyguard next to her threw the sack off the woman's head.

When the pale-faced Beatrice appeared in front of her, Anastasia's face remained bright and calm.

With hints of idle smiles, she was silent and dangerous.

Beatrice looked at the tall bodyguards around her in horror, and her face went pale.

Then her sight landed on Anastasia's face in the car.

In an instant, her eyes trembled fiercely, and she was shocked for a brief moment. Then she revealed a vicious and cruel expression.

"You. How dare it be you. Anastasia, what do you want to do?"

Looking at her quietly, Anastasia said coldly, "Of course, it's revenge on you."

With a hideous expression, Beatrice raised her head, laughed, and then looked at Anastasia viciously, looking pained and resentful.

Beatrice suddenly got up from the ground, wanting to open the car door and tear Anastasia off.

But before she could touch the car, the bodyguard beside her kicked her to the ground hard.

"Ah!"

She covered her belly in pain, staring tightly at Anastasia with scarlet eyes. Lifting her blouse, revealing the scar on her stomach, she yelled out in pain as if she were crazy, "Revenge on me? What else do you want? Wasn't I screwed over enough by you guys?

"Christian locked me up in this place and had my uterus removed. I can't have a child anymore. Aren't you guys cruel enough?

"You win, Anastasia. I've only screwed up a child of yours, but he made me never be able to have a child again!"

A child was her tool to hold a man.

Without a child, how could she rely on a man to rise to power in the future?

How ruthless Christian was! He showed no mercy to her!

Anastasia was a little surprised.

She glanced at the scar, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

Unknown complex emotions slowly welled up in her chest, which was uncomfortable and sour...

Anastasia thought, "It turned out that he hadn't been indifferent to do anything. Was it guilt for the unborn child? Or was it revenge for the car accident with his grandparents?" Anastasia looked away, looking at the cement masonry and the long abandoned construction site in the distance.

She felt slightly up and down for a moment but ultimately felt very low.

Hearing Beatrice's aggrieved roar, she slowly loosened her clenched fists.

Her heart grew a little harder at the thought of the little being that clearly shouldn't have left her back then. Beatrice's misfortune was all self-inflicted. Anastasia wouldn't pity her because of her current appearance.

She had wished for Beatrice's death for a long time.

How could this be enough revenge?

She said coldly and indifferently, "He does his. I do mine."

With that, she glanced at the bodyguard next to her.

And he understood.

He clamped Beatrice's hand on the pile of rocks next to him, and the other bodyguard raised the iron bar in his hand that had been prepared long ago and struck down hard. In the next second, Beatrice cried heartbreakingly, startling the lone bird, "Ah..."

Her voice was miserable, hoarse, and mad as hell.

Both her hands were shattered at the bones in her withered wrists.

She knelt on the ground and couldn't straighten her back in pain.

Anastasia's chest finally relaxed, as if the boulder in her chest had finally fallen, and she felt relieved.

She thought, "Awesome. Direct revenge is so refreshing. I should have done it sooner."

Anastasia slowly raised the car window.

The black car left slowly and eventually couldn't be seen.

The screams behind it, however, were still unceasing.

Anastasia had seen what happened to Beatrice personally and felt very good.