Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 439

Myra coughed as the ash and smoke made her feel nauseous. She was repulsed and angry. She had never been treated this way in her entire life.

Up until this point in time, she had barely faced any hardships. Before she got married, she was supported by her father, Clive. After getting married, Dexter had been showering her with endless love and affection. It was safe to say that she had been living an extremely sheltered life. That was one thing she had in common with Kayla.

Unfortunately for her, the two people who usually protected her were both unavailable today. Clive was dead while Dexter was currently being stepped on.

Myra was fuming. "Where did all you savage dogs come from? If you keep going around attacking people like this, you might just end up—"

The rest of her sentence turned into a pained cry. Mason had tightened his grip on her hair, and her face paled from the burning pain.

Dexter tried to lunge forward to protect his wife but was held down by the men.

Mason slapped Myra across the face before staring directly at Dexter. He let out a sinister laugh and asked, "Are you still feeling tight-lipped, Mr. Fuller? I have all day, but your wife might need to suffer for a little while more."

"Let her go, you bastard!" Dexter desperately struggled against their hold.

Did Kayla manage to get help? Has she informed someone of the situation yet? If no one was coming to their aid, he'd probably get beaten up a bit more. That was okay. He was just afraid that something unfortunate would happen to Myra!

Just as he expected, Mason began clicking his tongue. His gaze fell on Myra as he gradually grew bolder.

"You look so young for your age, Ms. Fuller. Your skin is still so soft and supple. No wonder you were known as the most beautiful woman in Khogend back then. You're still as pretty as ever. My heart aches when I see you cry."

Mason's hand slowly brushed across Myra's face. When Myra struggled against his touch, he slapped her across the face again.

Her hair was now a mess. She looked slightly afraid, but it was too late as Mason was already ripping her shirt open.