My mute bride novel (Rachel and Justin)
Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Rachel backed away in horror, but she was grabbed by the leg and dragged out of bed. It hurt when she knocked the back of her head against the edge of the bed, but before she could let out a cry, the fat mar reached his hand out and ripped the strap of her dress in two. Then, a storm of lashes rained on her like crazy

"Aaaah!" She couldn't dodge the lashes in time, but her muffled and hoarse cries of pain filled the man with great sensual pleasure. His greasy face was glowing all over as he became more and more excited, and he impatiently reached for Rachel's chest.

Just then, the door was kicked open with a loud bang. Mr. Wayne was startled by this as he shuddered and paused what he was doing. "Who the f*ck="Before he could look back, everything suddenly went black before his eyes. Someone had quickly covered his head from behind with a piece of black cloth and held him down in a corner. As he was being beaten up, he screamed repeatedly.

Meanwhile, Rachel cowered beside the bed. She looked like a rag doll; her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were in tatters. At the sight of the scene, Frankie turned pale. He hurriedly took off his suit jacke and covered her body with it.

Then, the sound of someone's slow footsteps came from the door. Upon taking the hint from the frosty look in the man's eyes, Frankie immediately made a gesture to the security guards and signaled them to drag Mr. Wayne-who was still screaming and moaning inside the bag-out of the room.

The door closed again with a click, and Rachel lay prostrate at Justin's feet, her whole body trembling. I know I've done something wrong.

Don't do this...

As he looked down at the woman before him, Justin's eyes were as cold as a block of ice. He squatted down and lifted her delicate, pretty face in a subtle and gentle manner. "It's good that you're aware of you mistakes. Remember what you felt today, once you leave the Burton Family, you'll become a nobody who can be trampled on by anyone."

Rachel shivered as she grinded her teeth. Why? Why me? Justin still had numerous choices even without her. Why would he insist on torturing her like this? Why wouldn't he let her off?

"That's because you're Rachel Hudson. You're a daughter from the Hudson Family on paper, but in reality, you have no one at your back. Compared to Amber, you're easier to manipulate. Besides, even if you die at the Burton Residence one day, do you think anyone would ask me anything about it?" Justin's words reached Rachel's ears one after another, jabbing at her every nerve like thorns. Meanwhile, Rachel's limbs were as cold as ice as she was plunged into the depths of despair.

Justin stared at her face and studied it for a moment. Then, he let go of her and turned around before saying, "I'll give you a night to compose yourself. Go to work on time tomorrow morning." After that, he left without looking back.

Rachel placed her hands on the floor to support her trembling body. She tried hard to clench her hands as if to grab something, but all she could grasp in her hand was nothing but a handful of air. It's my fault for overestimating the meaning of my existence and underestimating how cruel Justin can be. I got Hans killed by thinking too highly of myself. Since she felt extremely dirty all over, Rachel kept rubbing the areas on her shoulders where the man had touched her. As she recalled what had happened just now, she felt a surge of gastric juices from her stomach. "Ugh..." After placing her hands on the floor, she puked her guts out like crazy.

Meanwhile, Frankie straightened up when Justin walked out of the private room. "How should we deal with Mr. Wayne, President Burton?"

"Beat him up, sever his tendons, and leave him in the suburbs. Make sure to leave no trace behind."

"I got it. By the way, Miss Hochmann just called to ask your whereabouts. She seems to have something urgent to talk to you about."

Justin took a look at his cell phone and noticed several missed calls from Gloria. After pondering for a moment, he then replied, "Stay here and send her home later."

"Yes, President Burton." Frankie sighed as he looked at Justin's receding figure. I simply can't understand what's going on in his mind, he thought to himself.

Gloria looked anxious as soon as Justin arrived at her apartment. "Why are you so late? Miss Rachel is missing! She was still here when I left. Could something have happened to her? Should we call the police?"

"She's fine."

Gloria was stunned. "Did you take her away?"

Justin nodded slightly. Then, he let go of Gloria's hand, went to the sofa, and sat down. "Do you have any liquor?"

Gloria silently curled up her fingers. As she looked at the man from behind, a hurt look suddenly flashed across her eyes. "Yes, I do."

Later on, Frankie sent Rachel back to the Burton Residence. When Sue saw her, she looked like she had seen a ghost. "It appears that you still know how to return, eh? Your husband was injured, yet you wen back to your parents' home for more than half a month. Since your parents' home is so good, you might as well not come back at all."

Rachel went straight upstairs without explaining a single thing.

Sue still wanted to say something else, but Frankie stopped her. "Please don't mind that, Madam. Mrs. Burton is tired after helping President Burton deal with some work-related matters." "Work-related matters?" Sue rolled her eyes. "She made a career for herself only by depending on Justin, and now she's putting on airs with me. She'll regret it one day."

Frankie smiled in embarrassment. "Please have an early rest. I'll be leaving first."

"Wait a minute! Why hasn't Justin come back yet?"

"President Burton has gone to Miss Hochmann's place."

Sue was startled. Then, she asked with a frown, "Just who is this Miss Hochmann? Justin cares so much about her."

Frankie shook his head to show that he had no idea about it.

"Do you really have no idea about it, or do you not want to tell me about it?"

"I really have no idea about it. In any case, she is probably someone important to President Burton," Frankie replied with an indifferent expression. After excusing himself, he promptly left. When she heard the sound of the door being closed upstairs, Sue snorted coldly and sat down sulkily on the sofa with a shawl draped around her shoulders. "I haven't even gotten rid of the mute, yet there's already another lady popping out. Why weren't there so many issues before this?"

Mrs. Duncan came over with a cup of tea. "I don't think you should be worried, Madam. Miss Hochmann looks young, and it's said that she's still a college student."

"That's what I'm curious about. How did a little girl who's just starting college get to know Justin? Furthermore, he's so protective of her that he even allows her to mess around with the company's affairs." Sue pondered for a moment. "No, this won't do. Mrs. Duncan, have someone check this little girl's background. I can't help but feel worried."

"Yes, Madam."

Justin didn't come back that night. The next day, Rachel went to work early as she didn't dare to disobey him. As soon as she arrived at the office, she heard the door opening behind her before she sat down. Gloria waved the paper bag in her hand and said, "I bought some breakfast, and I bought one for you while I was at

it."

'Thanks!

Gloria put down the breakfast, but she had no intention of leaving. "Hey, do you have any books about sign language? Why don't you lend me one or two?"

Rachel was dumbfounded as she didn't understand what Gloria's words meant.

"Well, I can't keep talking to myself all the time. It's tricky to communicate with you," Gloria explained. Then, before Rachel could respond, she suddenly changed the subject and said, "I'll be reporting back to college at the end of this month. By that time, you'll be the only person left by Justin's side. You must be happy, right?"

Rachel knitted her brows, and her eyes darkened. 'Do you think I should be happy to be coerced into living a life worse than death in such a prison-like place?' Gloria was like a flower that Justin kept in a greenhouse all the time. Since she had never experienced pain, she thought that what she wanted was also what others wanted. In reality, one man's meat was another man's poison.