Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 360: Don’t Blame Me For Interfering

"Get out!" Trenton suddenly stood up and yelled in a sharp, cold voice.

Once everyone left, the smile on his face disappeared. A dark look took over. That memory from earlier had clearly triggered something in him. The anger building up inside him needed a way out.

Why? Why did everyone lie to me? Why did they all betray me?

A sharp pain spread through his chest, making him feel even more restless and gloomy.

"Chantelle Bently!" he growled, clenching his fists. He forced her name out through gritted teeth as if each syllable burned his tongue.

So now, she thought she could go against me. Looks like I didn’t teach her well enough. I let her become wild.

If she refuses to listen to me, then she should suffer the consequences.

Trenton pressed a hand to his chest, remembering the moment Chantelle stabbed him. She didn’t hesitate. No fear. No regret. She had really meant to kill him.

Too bad she was too weak. She had the chance to kill him but she failed. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Trenton’s men had already left, but the maids in the castle were still around. They watched him from a distance, sometimes he laughed, sometimes his face twisted in rage. The sight terrified them. They couldn’t stop trembling.

In the past, whenever Trenton became like this, the servants were always the ones to suffer. They never knew what kind of twisted punishment he would use to let out his rage. That’s why, many times, they tried to act first.

"Trenton, please calm down," one of the castle butlers said while he approached him and handed him a whip.

Getting whipped was better than being boiled alive or impaled.

As soon as Trenton looked at him, the butler dropped to his knees and begged, "Please calm down, Trenton."

Trenton took the whip and lashed it across the butler without a word.

The loud crack of the whip made Trenton feel a little better.

He struck the butler again and again, and with each hit, his mood slowly lightened.

When the butler finally passed out, someone came and dragged him away.

The rest of the servants kept their heads down, afraid to make a sound.

Still, getting whipped like that will earn an entirely huge reward. Maids or butlers who endured Trenton’s punishments were often paid more than what a middle-class worker could earn in ten years.

Because of this, the maids at the castle had mixed feelings. They wanted Trenton to beat them so they could earn money, but they were also afraid they might die. They had money, but no chance to enjoy it.

"Trenton, please continue," someone said, holding the whip up with both hands.

But Trenton’s moods were never stable. He kicked the person hard.

"You all think you can teach me?" he said coldly, sitting back on the sofa. His eyes swept over everyone as they quickly looked away.

The one who got kicked didn’t even get the chance to speak. He was dragged away while his mouth was tightly covered.

"We don’t dare! We don’t dare!" the maids said over and over. If Trenton hadn’t forbidden them from kneeling, they would’ve already been on the floor.

Just when everyone thought they’d be punished again without getting anything in return, a woman in her fifties walked in.

The maids looked relieved the moment they saw her.

She walked straight up to Trenton, stepping past the line no one else dared to cross. She handed him a bowl of chicken soup and said, "Sir, have some. You’ve lost a lot of blood. You need to regain your strength."

Trenton’s anger softened. He waved his hand, and the maids silently left.

The maids gave the woman beside Trenton a thankful look before quickly leaving.

"I told you, you don’t have to do these things yourself," Trenton said, frowning when he noticed the burns on her hand.

Images from the past started flashing through his mind, but he pushed them away.

"What else can I do for you when you’re injured badly?" she said, wiping her tears with her sleeve. "At least let me make you something nourishing."

She wore simple clothes, no different from any grandma who could be seen walking with her grandchildren on the street.

When she saw Trenton’s injuries she began to cry, it was a heartbreaking sight that could move anyone.

"It’s just a small wound," Trenton said as he took the bowl and gently helped her sit down.

He sounded calm, but to everyone else, it felt like he was showing her deep respect.

"Don’t blame them for telling me," she said. "I know you’ve been feeling sad and restless every year since that incident. Chantelle always goes against you. Two years ago, she nearly shot you. Last year, she tied explosives to herself and tried to die with you. And this year, she’d hurt you again."

She became more emotional as she went on. "If she has a problem, tell her to come to me. Don’t let her keep using your kindness to hurt you."

Trenton stared at her in silence and his eyes became colder with each passing second. He used to see Chantelle as a scared little mouse. She would show her claws from time to time, but before he could react, she’d already run away.

He never meant to kill her. He just wanted to mess with her.

But now, thinking it over, she had always been trying to kill him.

"I know you still care about your relationship and never thought of taking revenge on her, but she is determined to avenge her master. You must not be careless!" The woman held Trenton’s hand tightly and warned him seriously.

The look in her eyes and the tone of her voice were full of genuine concern, just like a mother worried about her son.

"I know," Trenton replied absentmindedly.

A trace of disappointment flickered in the woman’s eyes. She leaned closer and lowered her voice. "Don’t blame me for interfering. I’m just worried Chantelle might hurt you again. That’s why I had someone look into her situation in Easthan."

Trenton looked startled and waited for her to go on.

"She’s gotten back together with Mr. Wilson. They’re living under the same roof and planning to have another child. Mr. Wilson is no fool. I’m afraid he’ll come after you for Chantelle’s sake."

"Him?" Trenton scoffed, though the words "living together" stuck in his mind.

"It’s better to act early than wait for trouble," she said. "Before he gains power and comes after you, take care of it now."

With that, she finally turned to leave, looking satisfied.

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