My Invincible Husband Has Returned

Chapter 11

Tripp left and came back soon after. He shot a fierce glance at Camilla and said, “Mr. Walker, that b*tch has run away. She probably left through the fire escape. I’ve sent people to go after her. Don’t worry. The exit over there had long been sealed. She’s not going to get away.”

A sense of despair washed over Camilla when she heard Tripp’s words. Before she could regain her senses, Trent was so exasperated that he went up to slap Camilla.

Several violent kicks followed as a slap did not seem to be enough to vent Trent’s resentment. He even beckoned Tripp and the others and bellowed fiercely, “Beat her up! This b*tch ruined my fun.”

Tripp and the others were gearing up. They waited for this moment for a long time because they were ridiculed by Camilla a lot in the past.

Tripp threw kicks and punches at Camilia and sneered. “Serves you right, Camilla. You looked down on me, but you’re still at my mercy today.”

Tripp was working for Trent all this while, so he often followed him to the Nightwalker Club.

Camilla was in her 30s, but she kept herself in great shape. Tripp once tried to pursue her in the past, but Camilla ridiculed him. He failed to court her, and he got made fun of instead. Tripp held a grudge about that ever since.

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Trent was holding the wine Camilla just sent over as he watched her get beaten up. With a wicked grin on his face, he said, “Since she’s so ungrateful, don’t let her get too comfortable. She’s an older woman, but she’s a woman nonetheless. You may have her as your reward!”

“Y-you b*stard!” It was unclear if it was the pain or anger, but Camilla started to tremble all over and struggled upon hearing Trent’s words.

At that moment, a man in black clothes dragged Celena into the private room, tossing her on the floor.

“Mr. Walker, this b*tch wanted to run away, but I’ve had people watching every exit here. That’s why we caught her as soon as she got downstairs.”

Trent flew into a rage as soon as he saw Celena. He grabbed her hair, dragged her to the couch, and forced her to look at Camilla, who was on the floor.

Then, he whispered into her ear in a sinister tone, “Think of that b* stard in the hospital. Now look at this b*tch. Remember this. This is all because you were not obedient.”

He called out, “Tripp.”

As soon as he said that, Tripp began ripping Camilla’s clothes. Camilla fought back while howling, so Tripp slapped her twice.

As Camilla already took a beating earlier, those couple of slaps knocked her out.

Soon, Tripp took off all of Camilla’s clothes and started going to town.

Celena had a meltdown and burst into tears. “I won’t run away anymore. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Just let Camilla go!”

She sobbed and said, “I did this to you, Camila. It’s my fault.”

The more miserable Celena felt, the happier Trent smiled.

He let out a lecherous laugh, and the other men laughed along with him. They even joked and teased along with him.

“Trent, we’ve been here for quite some time. You’re not going to jus let us drink and do anything else, right?”

One of the men looked at Trip and Camilla, who were on the floor. Then, he looked at Celena and raised his glass, shaking it a little to give Trent a signal.

Trent accepted the glass of wine from him and handed it to Celena.

Celena grabbed the glass and chugged it all without saying anything.

Trent and the others simply watched as Celena tilted her head back to drink the wine.

Some wine escaped the corner of her lips and rolled down her fair neck before landing deep inside her shirt.

The crowd watched her with burning eyes and a lustful grin.

After Celena finished the wine in one go, she looked at Trent in a daze and said, “I’ll drink, Mr. Walker. Can you let Camilla go? I’m begging you, please.”

Celena glanced at Camilla, and tears could not stop streaming down her face. She was the one who got Camilla into this trouble.

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