Yasmine arrogantly looked at the surrounded Sabrina, "B*tch! You would finally be punished for your evil deeds! I doubt you thought that Young Master Sebastian would personally deal with you and chop off the hand you used to hold your bag! Served you right! Ah... You... What are you doing? Why are you grabbing me? Let go! Let me go! Young Master... You... Why is your subordinate grabbing me?"
Yasmine felt that she did nothing wrong.
She had been obediently following Sebastian, and Sebastian had been admiring her. He kept on glancing at her.
Yasmine struggled as she looked at Sebastian with a horrified expression, "Young Master, save me..."
"Too noisy!" Sebastian looked at Yasmine indifferently before telling Kingston, "Shatter the hand she used to hold the bag, then cut it off. After that, throw the rest i n a septic tank."
"Yes, Young Master!" Kingston answered before dragging Yasmine outside.
The action had shocked everyone present.
The women in the banquet hall were all very shocked and stared at the scene wide-eyed.
The journalists outside had shut off their cameras and
switched off their microphones.
This kind of news was no joke!
A noble lady’s arm was being chopped off! That kind o f news would definitely be explosive, but who would dare expose it?
Who would dare?!
They only dared to stare at the scene with a dumbfounded expression.
"Young Master, mercy, I... What did I do wrong? Could you please tell me? Don't... Don't chop off my hand, don't kill me, Young Master..." Yasmine cried out in agony.
On the other hand, Sebastian ignored it.
He looked at Sabrina as he walked toward her.
"Cousin...” Nigel took a step forward and stood in front of Sabrina, "Cousin, I would be willing to be punished i n Sabrina's stead. Chop off my hand, throw me in the septic tank, you could do that. Cousin... Seeing as Sabrina gave birth to your daughter, please spare her!"
"Young Master Sebastian! I, Marcus Shaw, am willing t o give all my assets to you. Please spare Sabrina."
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