Chapter 532: Vicious Beating

Chapter 532: Chapter 522: Vicious Beating

In his past life, Wyatt Thorne was solely focused on climbing to the top. With no one to stand in his way, his entire life was smooth sailing.

Before he was even forty, he had already become one of the top two hundred figures on the global economic rankings.

The darling of every major financial magazine.

But the Wyatt Thorne of today was just a rookie who was wet behind the ears and knew nothing.

He was covered in brand-name clothes he’d scammed off other girls, but even that couldn’t hide the aura of poverty that clung to him.

Chloe Sinclair looked on with utter contempt.

“Wyatt Thorne, I recall warning you not to mess with me. What is the meaning of this?”

Chloe Sinclair was ruthless in her actions, but in truth, her appearance and voice didn’t match her deeds.

The young woman looked like the type who would be easy to bully.

But when she got physical, it was truly no different from facing a professional boxer.

Chloe Sinclair’s strength, in particular, was absolutely astonishing.

Unfortunately, Wyatt Thorne was already blinded by rage.

In this life, the thing he hated and feared most was anyone mentioning his family.

Even though his parents and older sisters had done their utmost to give him the best life possible, a deep-seated insecurity made him always feel inferior.

That was true even when he was decked out in designer brands.

Chloe Sinclair’s words had just pierced his wound, exposing it, raw and bloody, for all to see.

Wyatt Thorne’s face flushed crimson, and he spat out viciously, “You fucking bitch! Watch me fuck you up!”

With that, he clenched his free hand into a fist and swung at Chloe Sinclair’s temple.

But to Chloe Sinclair, the motion was like a slow-motion scene. With a simple lift of her arm, Chloe Sinclair threw a punch to intercept.

The immense resistance made Wyatt Thorne feel as if his arm had slammed into a large truck, and he cried out in pain.

A sharp pain then shot through his knees, and they slammed onto the concrete ground with a THUD.

Everyone could clearly hear the crisp CRACK of his knees.

The punks on the side were on the verge of tears, instinctively reaching down to touch their own knees.

A chill ran down their spines.

Without even needing to look at each other, they all tacitly took two steps back.

What a bunch of cowards.

Meanwhile, Wyatt Thorne was howling in pain, but Chloe Sinclair showed no mercy, kicking him flat on the ground.

Wyatt Thorne went down hard, face-first.

He ended up with a mouthful of grit from the pavement.

He licked the corner of his mouth and suddenly tasted a faint, salty flavor.

His tongue prodded his teeth, and he suddenly felt a gap.

Wyatt Thorne’s eyes widened as he spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

A flash of white in the spittle stabbed at Wyatt Thorne’s eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body trembled.

“Chloe Sinclair, you…”

Before he could finish, Chloe Sinclair lifted her foot and stomped on Wyatt Thorne’s face.

Chloe Sinclair ground her foot down and twisted it a few times. The man’s face instantly distorted, and he let out a muffled, pained groan.

He felt his dignity being ground into the dirt, trampled underfoot.

“Chloe Sinclair!”

Wyatt Thorne practically squeezed the name through his gritted teeth.

The man’s voice was hoarse, his gaze murderous, his tone dripping with hatred.

However, Chloe Sinclair simply looked down on Wyatt Thorne with scorn. She raised an eyebrow. “What? You called? Need something from your auntie?”

As she spoke, she pressed her foot down with even more force.

The pain made Wyatt Thorne break out in a cold sweat.

“I… I won’t let you… get away with this!”

Chloe Sinclair tutted. “What a coincidence. Neither will I.”