Too many times she had been indulged, and now, it was time to reclaim every single account!

She lifted her face, meeting his eyes burning like flames, her entire body pressed against his. Suddenly, her eyebrows furrowed as she recalled Kasey being brought in that night, shivering.

He would definitely not let the King and Queen go, and she was too tired to speak nicely to him. Angrily, she struggled out one hand and slapped him forcefully:

"Don’t touch me—! Filthy!"

With a "slap," a crisp slap landed on the man’s face!

She realized what she did, stepping back two steps in shock, seeing shallow red marks on his cheek from her nails!

She... hit him and scratched his face!

Would she end up like the King and Queen, made into hotpot?

His eyes were like an enraged beast, growing more intense and deeper.

This anger was not just because she dared to slap him, but also because of what she said at this moment.

Before, when she was close to him, although reluctant, she never said anything like this.

He hadn’t done anything now, and this woman actually said he was filthy?!

Without another word, he stepped forward, twisted her hands, and amidst her screams, took out the Swiss Army Knife from his pocket, using the small scissors to clip off her nails one by one.

One fingernail after another fell to the ground.

Until all the fingertips of her two hands were trimmed round and flat like a little child’s, he forcefully pushed her away!

She stumbled and landed on the ground, still shaken, looking at her haphazardly clipped nails, unable to speak for a long time. Some were clipped deeply because of her struggle, exposing the tender pink skin underneath.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, faintly aching.

She did not want him to see her in such a pitiful state, curling her fingers up, biting her lower lip with force, enduring the piercing pain.

He touched his slightly stinging face, speaking in a gloomy tone, "Next time, I’ll rip your nails right off. Get out!"

A cold, merciless voice brought her thoughts back!

The man’s words drifted over, word by word, in a tone completely devoid of warmth.

This time, she must be suppressed well so that she understands what submission truly means!

Her nose tingled with a sourness as she rose and walked out of the multipurpose room.

It wasn’t until her steps stopped that she realized she had reached the first floor, and didn’t return.

The first-floor hall was still bustling with a continuous stream of guests as the unfinished banquet continued.

Her fingertips faintly ached, and she didn’t want to return to her room like this.

If Beth saw her, she would be shocked and probably worry nonstop again, and even more, she didn’t want Xiaoxiao to see her current state.

Thinking of the King and Queen, skinned and about to be boiled, her tears finally couldn’t be held back anymore and rolled out of her eyes.

She had hurt the King and Queen.

But she really couldn’t imagine Si Yuheng being so merciless!

He actually used the life of his beloved dog to warn her!

"Huh, wasn’t she going to deliver the cake to the Hall Master? Look at her, what’s going on?"

Kasey’s voice drifted over, laced with an indescribable smugness and ridicule.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Vivi, Kasey, and their group standing diagonally across, already noticing her current embarrassment.

Descending from upstairs in a daze, her face stained with tears, hair disheveled.

In this state, it finally satisfied these women; they must be delighted beyond measure.

She fiercely wiped away her tears, not wanting to stay in the castle any longer, not wanting to see anyone in this castle.

Avoiding the guests and the servants of the castle, she quietly left the hall through the back door.

Along the edge of the castle’s lawn, she walked circle after circle, not wanting to return.

Looking toward the entrance to the forest outside the castle, if only she could, she would really want to hide inside alone like last time and never come back.

But that wasn’t possible anymore.

Ever since she secretly led the King and Queen there last time, Si Yuheng had sent people to strengthen the defenses.

It was no longer possible for a subordinate on duty to temporarily leave their post.

Suddenly, Fei Han’s words flashed through her mind.

[If you want to relax, next time you can enter from the west side entrance. The woods there usually have no guards, and there are no wild animals, it’s relatively safe.]

She hesitated for only a few seconds before walking toward the west side involuntarily.

Sure enough, the narrow west side entrance was unguarded.

She didn’t think long and walked inside, just wanting to escape the castle and the devil behind it.

Following the tree-lined path, not knowing how long she had walked, she finally reached the end.

The view opened up a bit, in the distance, there were several partly hidden residences.

A very conspicuous wooden house stood right in front of her, simple, much like a vacation cabin back home.

Many Westerners like to build small wooden houses in the suburbs for leisure and vacation.

At the same time, she grew tired and finally squatted on the ground, hugging her knees.

"Anya?"

A gentle man’s voice floated over.

She looked up, seeing a familiar young man’s face coming out of the cabin in front of her.

Sure enough, it was Fei Han’s cabin.

Fei Han quietly watched the Asian girl in front of him, squatting on the ground like a helpless little beast, seemingly having just received a fright.

She stared at him blankly.

He walked over, patting her head like a big brother, "What’s wrong?"

Just that one question made Liang Anya suddenly stand up and throw herself into Fei Han’s arms, tears pouring.

Alone in a foreign country, having no one to confide in.

Every day only interacting with people from Beiming Hall.

Either women with ill intentions toward her or that devil!

Fei Han was the only one not from Beiming Hall, and seeing him now, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Fei Han’s eyes shifted, gently patting her back, not asking what happened: "That’s my cabin over there, let’s go inside and rest for a while."

She followed Fei Han’s footsteps, entered the cabin, and sat on the fabric sofa by the fireplace.

Fei Han poured a cup of hot water and handed it to her.

After a few sips of hot tea, Liang Anya’s emotions calmed down.

The small cabin was empty, with only a foldable sofa bed and a hunting rifle and backpack hanging on the wall.

It seemed it was just a place for Fei Han to relax occasionally, probably temporarily rented.

"I’ve troubled you again." She cupped her hands around the cup, feeling a bit warmer after being chilled by the wind along the way.

"It seems like your life in Beiming Hall isn’t very happy." Fei Han sat on the opposite sofa, brewing a cup of coffee for himself.

The slightly sour aroma of the coffee beans spread in the small cabin, bringing a comforting feeling.

Having run out twice only to be seen by him, and this time, actively running to his cabin, she could no longer deny it.

"Did the Hall Master of Beiming Hall quarrel with you again?" Fei Han’s voice in Chinese was melodious, having a hazy magnetic quality amidst the coffee’s mist, making it impossible not to trust, especially in Liang Anya’s current circumstances.

Liang Anya clutched the mug, sobbing again.