The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

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Chapter 1170 “We've got nineteen of them. We'll have the rest by noon tomorrow." “I'm on my way." As soon as Clark hung up the phone, he called over the couple of staff who had recently been taking care of Carol at home.

“Keep an eye on her. If any emergency happens, contactimmediately." “Understood, Mr. Collins." Clark sped to confront the scum, fists clenched, ready to beat them senseless.

Perhaps his fists weren't enough.

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Clark used everything within his reach to hammer into them relentlessly.

“Spare us, please” one of them pleaded, "We were just following orders." "Did your bosses order you to touch her?" “N-no." “She's just a defenseless girl. Why couldn't you leave her alone?" Clark picked up a chair and smashed it onto the man. The chair splintered upon impact.

The man was drenched in blood, looking up at Clark with fear in his eyes, wanting to back away but lacking the strength to do so.

Clark grabbed him again, beating him over and over.

"You wanted trouble with me? Well, here | am. Cat me." Clark proceeded to give them a thorough beatdown.

“Any man who lays a hand on a woman is no man at all." Clark slammed one of their heads into the wall.

“Are you even human?" The man was barely breathing, yet Clark continued to pound him with his fists.

"Calling you beasts would be an insult to beasts." After what felt like an eternity, Clark looked around at the room filled with battered bodies, his eyes welling up with anger.

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A group of lowlifes bullying an innocent, cheerful girl.

He remembered Crystal's radiant smile and bubbly personality.

Clark wanted nothing more than to bury them alive! "Mr. Collins, your hands are injured,” Someone noticed as Clark left the room and quickly approached him, “Should | get you a band-aid?" “No need." Clark said, just before getting in his car to leave, "Make sure to keep torturing them." “Understood.” On the other side.

Alger and Celeste stayed by their daughter's body, tearfully sleepless.

Their most precious part of their lives was gone.

They felt empty.

"Celeste, if you don't want to eat, at least drink swater.” Louisa sobbed, “How can Crystal rest peacefully if you're like this?" “l want her to be restless.” Celeste's dry eyes welled up with tears again, "Il want her to feel guilty and restless. | want her to wake up." Louisa felt even more heartbroken upon hearing this.

She knew that Crystal would never wake up again, her body had already turned ice-cold.

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